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Darling Timmy, Listening to So Close by Jon McLaughlin at 3 AM, I could only smile with a heavy sigh as I try to express this feeling at the end of my fingertips. Please absolve me, my dearest, for all the things that I am about to say to you for my melancholic heart is …
It’s like the summer of 1963, little doveThat’s when I met you under the shiny up aboveAll of a sudden everything has ethereal feelPretty lovely like the old December Christmas deal