I'll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl. — Lurlene McDaniel, Don't Die, My Love
I'll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl. — Lurlene McDaniel, Don't Die, My Love
I'll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl. — Lurlene McDaniel, Don't Die, My Love
I'll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl. — Lurlene McDaniel, Don't Die, My Love
I'll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl. — Lurlene McDaniel, Don't Die, My Love
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I'll cover you in flowers someday, Julie-girl.

— Lurlene McDaniel, Don't Die, My Love
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