I love you so dearly
I love you so clearly
I wake you up in the morning to tell you
I got the wandering blues
I'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways.
Soon.
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
Talking without speaking.
A graceful exit.
Soon.
The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.
Talking without speaking.
A graceful exit.
posted by Joe at
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