Lydia HALL My beloved mother. Also remembering brother Thomas. When I grow too old to dream, I'll have you to remember And when I grow too old to dream, Your love will live in my heart, So kiss me my sweet And so let us part And when I grow too old to dream, Your tears will live in my heart. I suffer from a broken heart, Mother, I miss you so much. God bless. Love, Leonard. xxx
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