| Letter from Tom | ||||
| What will become of us? I asked in despair and distrust Of this world in which we struggle to live Your answer made me smile My absoloute dearest Ilona it started Important and significant words I'd never use in self-reference It made me feel a fraction of self-worth We are two of a kind You understand me I understand you We'll struggle through life together And we'll made a better shade of blue |
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