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(Don Sampson/Phil Vassar) |
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I recognize the writing on the plain white envelope |
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I've wondered where she'd wind up before she called or wrote |
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The answer's in a circle through the word ' |
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Love' on a stamp |
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Postmarked |
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Birmingham |
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I'd have bet on |
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California ' |
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Cause her sister's in |
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Bel Aire Or |
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I could see |
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Seattle with her mom and dad up there |
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She never mentioned |
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Alabama so |
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I don't understand |
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Postmarked |
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Birmingham |
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A two-page letter written on |
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Ramada stationary |
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Dated Aprill twenty-two |
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She asked me not to hate her, |
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Said she's sorry |
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But leavin's what she felt she had to do |
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So the day she left she made it two hundred miles south |
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Did she settle there, did she mail this note |
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On her way out of town |
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What chance is there to find her when the |
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Only clue |
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I have is |
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Postmarked |
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Birmingham |
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A two-page letter written on |
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Ramada stationary |
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Dated April twenty-two |
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She asked me not to hate her, |
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Said she's sorry |
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But leavin's what she felt she had to do |
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Every day down by the mailbox |
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Standin' on the curb |
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I check The upper right-hand corner of every piece of mail |
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I get Hopin' there's that certain circle |
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Through the word ' |
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Love' on a stamp |
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Postmarked |
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Birmingham |
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Postmarked |
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Birmingham |
