The Long and the Short of It
I think of you my little dove
Your troubadour, he scribes his love
Through poems, snippets, winks and smiles
Connecting us across the miles
Until we meet again you'll be
On my mind, I wait to see
You walking in for Sunday song
In that short time I will not long
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