Along, Long, Away
Along, Long, Away
From Her Smile,
Loves, Became!
Our Voice's On The
Telephone Do, Say.
And With Prayer's
Each Separate Night,
Into My Arm's They
Bring Her Sight!
Back, Back, Home
My Dear, My Darling
Soon, ... Arrive!!
Copyright © Mike Reed | Year Posted 2018
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