fredie, my love
Just above the window,That opens into the garden,
Is a picture I took of you,
Months before you went to war.
Each time I look into those eyes
As you watch me in the silence,
Thrills set my heart racing,
Fast like disco in a night club.
Your lips tell of those kisses,
We stole in your backyard,
When our days were hot and young.
The old farmhouse,
Where we spent our days
Is crumbling to pieces,
And Wild weeds have drowned the garden.
Each night I cry myself to sleep,
Wondering if it will be over,
I mean the loathsome war,
And you, coming back to me.
As the days melt into weeks,
And the boring months into years,
the thing i have for you grows,
like a turnip in the rainy season
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