Apology To Martha
Martha, my dear,
I’m a loser. Everybody’s trying to be my baby. Help! Every little thing, in
my life, tomorrow never knows. Tell me what you see. Don’t pass me by. It’s all
too much. All you need is love. I want you. Come together, let it be. Oh! Darling,
Here comes the sun. I want to tell you, here, there and everywhere, if I needed
someone, I need you.
From me to you,
Mr Moonlight
(All Beatles Titles)
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