We took the Oiler into the Persian Gulf
When "The Red Gazearound Butterfly" came
I had time, yeah I had time
Oh, I had time to think of us two

I can see the pattern I can see the colour
Of love & disgrace & honour
I just needed to make you proud some day
Before you finally went away

This is the letter I never wrote you
This is the letter you never wrote me too, oooh
When the winter comes do you still not feel the cold
Or are you getting old, old
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