My Mrs. Me.
When we're apart
I long to be
With you.
I muster strength.
It's killing me
To be away,
So far, to be
From you.
I cannot wait
To come on home.
At that time,
I'll not be alone
For you.
And at that time,
All things are good,
Just like they
Always should.
Hey you.
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