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Seventeen years young No one to call your own Nothing left to talk about Just sitting around and dreaming what you could have done Alone until October The winter nights grow cold The wind whispers "I miss you, won't you come on home?" Seventeen years older Nothing much has changed The bourbon's gotten stronger And parts of you have aged Still alone at Christmas Family didn't call Wonder why you left them Was it worth it all? Someday you will have to go Time will tell - nothing surer Promise me you'll let me know What you're doing somehow, just don't fall apart This is my last letter.. keep it close to heart. From Letras Mania