Saturday, November 28, 2009

Soft Rains of April

I'd like to go back.
Is it raining back home?
I'm so alone...

Just got up today,
and my thoughts are miles away
with you.

Well, they gave me four years:
three more to go!
Keep writing letters.
Time's passing so slow...

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