| I got a letter from Louise
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| She says that things are getting better
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| Theres more life on the streets
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| Since the calling of the ceasefire
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| People are going out more
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| All the pubs are jumping
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| Every one is trying
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| And theyre hopeful for the future
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| And the guns are locked away now
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| Please God, I dont care whose God
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| I hope theyre locked away forever
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| She says shes keeping busy
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| And theres loads of things for doing
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| Shes moved into a new house
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| And times just flying by
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| She says I should come up again
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| Maybe for the weekend
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| She says theyre throwing a party
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| That’ll last beyond the dawn
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| Halloween is on the way she says
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| She writes about the harvest moon
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| She says it will be lucky
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| With its feeling of re-birth
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| And i’m going up to see her
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| For the first time since the ceasefire
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| I’ll pack my melodies and poetry
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| And place them in her arms
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| END |