Yet we still loved and laughed
This morning in bed
You bet we've had good times
Last night, for instance
Unable to remember the details
We set sail now, once again
For adventure, for love
For what we each have given
A rose, from the garden centre
On my first visit
Into the Wolds of Lincolnshire
A compiled compact disk
Of your favourite songs
Slipped under my door
With a letter
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