Leif and I are on the train to New York in car 1399.
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There's a guy with a quarter in his ear
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and I've seen Leif only once in the past two months.
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His hair is sticking up a little in the front. He's losing it just a bit.
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When I get home tonight I'll miss him in Hampshire.
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I'll miss his glasses and the way he writes in purple pen,
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the way his collar falls to the left.
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Have you seen his ankles lately?
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I know he's next to me.
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I feel his sweater here,
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but when I'm sleeping it's only green sheets and the hair down my legs.
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I think I'll write you, Leif, when I'm near Tuesday,
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sometime before you go and I'm back on the train.
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The Way His Collar Falls
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| Saves The Day |
