12/5

MB, MB, I will remember the sun gilding your hair golder,

Your laugh, your smile. Mostly your painting. You, alas, will

Grow no older.

MB, MB, would I could have swapped. Then, I to my dear,

And, ah, you to my old shell, would've surprised for your dear.

Rest well, Girl.

2-3-4, I tell you tell you, I love you more

3-4-5, I tell you tell you, I will survive

6, can't fix.