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  I look down at my hands
  The plastic handle
  The tight focused spray 
  Removes the moss
  From the drive

  Water everywhere
  Watering my eyes
  I am crying
  Nobody can tell

  I remember the last
  time we spent
  together
  We sang Edelweiss
  and slow danced
  While the trumpet played.