I could call you but I'd probably make you cry.
These days that's what you oftentimes do.
Call the preacher then call your father,
Tell them that the wedding plans have moved.
I sent a message, said I'd be gone forever.
The letter of reply never came.
She said that she'd be true but I wouldn't let her.
I wonder when it all had changed.
Friday, December 30, 2011
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