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Most of All

MOST OF ALL

I have your picture hanging on the wall, there comes a time when I miss you – MOST OF ALL.
On cloudy days and rain starts to fall, that’s when I miss you – MOST OF ALL.
When the wind blows through the trees, birds and bees bow there heads in sympathy.
That’s when I miss you – MOST OF ALL.
There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t stop, and look at your picture, and gaze into those big brown eyes.
That’s when I miss you – MOST OF ALL.
On holidays when the sun refused to shine, that’s when I really miss you – MOST OF ALL.

BY
LENNY JAYNES