There's a woman who puts things in boxes

Keepsakes, mostly of her kids

There's snapshots of gap-toothed boys and girls

There are pictures and drawings they did

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There are trophies, and ribbons

A old newspaper clip, the young bride

And there's a stack of old Valentine cards

I love you is written inside 

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Well there’s a hat, something borrowed

And a veil, something new

There’s a bible, something old

And there’s a letter, its something blue

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There is a letter, its something blue

Came on a day turned black

A grateful nation informs you

Your first lieutenant he's not coming back 

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There are Valentine cards

There are Valentine cards

Some flowers carefully dried

There are Valentine cards

There are Valentine cards

I love you is written inside 

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There's a woman who puts things in boxes

Keepsakes, mostly of her kids

There's snapshots of gap-toothed boys and girls

There are pictures and drawings they did

And there are trophies and ribbons

An old newspaper clip of a young bride

And there's a stack of old valentine cards

I love you is written inside  

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Well there's a stack of old valentine cards

I love you is written inside 

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