I told you! It was so simple - all you had to do, was avoid flying over the Atlantic for those two weeks of your life. Simple, ain't it? And yet now, somehow, we will find ourselves just missing each other. C'est la vie, mon ami. Maybe we can wave to each other from the plane. I will look out for a semi-bald guy.
I really will miss you, Mr. Tambourine man.
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For whom did you write this one?
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