| Month Of Sundays |
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| Love letters |
| Love letters |
| Love letters |
| Love letters |
| Love letters, all I see |
| On every day I read |
| The bits of yellow paper |
| Addressed from you to me |
| And every day it shows |
| Inside a book of stamps |
| To tell you what I’m up to |
| And say just how I feel |
| You’ve got me writing |
| Love letters |
| I’m always writing |
| Love letters |
| You’ve got me writing |
| Love letters |
| I’m always writing |
| Love letters |
| From far across the sea |
| They fly from you to me |
| But still I get no sleep |
| Oh, my love, don’t be mad |
| Cause I’ll keep on writing |
| Love letters |
| Yeah, I’ll keep on writing |
| Love letters |
| Yeah, I’ll keep on writing |
| Love letters |
| Yeah, I’ll keep on writing |
| Love letters |
| Love letters |
| Love letters |
