I called today,
to hear her voice.
to hear her voice.
Not the angry,
Or sullen, or dying voice.
Or sullen, or dying voice.
The voice from when,
We first, fell, in love.
We first, fell, in love.
I have luved her,
This many years.
This many years.
But how long since,
Have we, been friends.
Have we, been friends.
The separation heals,
It drives me to the longing, years.
It drives me to the longing, years.
To luv, is a covenant,
Down through, the years.
Down through, the years.
Mom and Dad,
Luved, for nearly, 50 years.
Luved, for nearly, 50 years.
Can I reach out, to rebuild.
This friendship,
Now we've luved,
This many years.
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