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It's Monday morning again and the weekend has come and gone...
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| Gilly baby, I'm so tired... I wish I was at home with you. | |
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David is thinking about "sand dunes and salty air, quaint little villages scattered here and there...."
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| Oh, when will it be holiday time? | |
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...he's also thinking about the one he loves...
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| I love you Gilly baby.... | |
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