A journey long, with weary limbs,
To catch a bus that leaves at noon:
He sees a bright red statue, “Love”,
And smiles, because
He’ll be home
Soon
A journey long, with weary limbs,
To catch a bus that leaves at noon:
He sees a bright red statue, “Love”,
And smiles, because
He’ll be home
Soon
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My Love is gone far too long, I miss her all day long!