Joe, remember the reply to my letter,
Vow, it will reach me before september,
tell me about Beverly,
tell me she's still lovely,
How, I miss her by every beat of my heart,
Noo, I won't come back to her it will hurt,
let her know it pains,
let her know it drains,
Ooh, and write to me about her daughter,
Vow, it will reach me by fall of september,
and tell Beverly the truth,
and tell her with some breath,
Joe, I'am missing the path we walked together,
Ooh, and the terrains beaten by foul weather,
then Berverly would laugh,
Berverly would really love,
So, let her know I finally moved on,
Oh, but tell her we still can hang on,
Don't let Beverly cry,
Just wipe her eyes dry.
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