Bombs bursting in air
Hazy from rocket's red glare
All on your own, on your way anywhere
Love, just in case you've not heard
It's been run ragged
A ghost of a word
But hope kind of stuck
And with any luck
Maybe next summer
Maybe by fall
Well, if not then
I am sure you'll recall
That our gloomy December
Will brighten my May
And you're on your way
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