She´s fifty years old and keep an old souvenir
She´s married with a wonderful man, ever there for her
She got three boys with her father´s eyes
She´s very glad and got no troubles
But *still in the morning of spring she remember that man
Which she knew thirty years ago
That man that she loved that much
That man that knew all her secrets*
She´s weaving with the sun on her face
Hearing some music from the eighty
When suddenly the phone rings
She picked up the phone and hearing his name made her smile
But that smile suddenly erase itself to hear the end
*Chorus
That old friend she loved so
Has died in a horrible accident car
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