Dec 20, 2005 19:33
Four score years, living down in this rain-swept town.
Sea-salt tears swimming round as the rain comes down.
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
A letter for me.
From my own true love, lost at sea.
Lost at sea.
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