Secret
Heinz baked beans on toasted bread
Topped with pepper and some salt
Just exactly like you said
To endure the morning cold
It’s embarrassing to tell you
I’m still all those miles away
From the places that we knew
From the house on Marroway
What’s the news my dear spirit
How it goes beyond the pale?
Are you bound to keep the secret
Though it looks a bit too stale?
Isn’t it obvious like weather
When apart we aren’t the same
Though again we are together
Every time I call your name..
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