Today I bade my love goodbye
to board a plane and then to fly
far away, which is my job
“Come back soon safely,” she did sob
“I’ll be back in three months’ time
when every Christmas bell will chime,
I’ll greet you with a diamond ring
to stop your tears and make you sing!”
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