She loved rings and string like music
Rite of spring, she'd often choose it
She spoke like greetings soaked in time
Her autumn-coulored hair was fine
She wore cottons quite a lot
She loved dark tea and coffee pot
She lived with a dog and cat
Forever yours and after that
I remember that to Holly everyone was good
No one has ever loved the way Holly could
She never cared about herself the way she should
No one will ever treat you like Holly would
She collected dolls up-dressed