Fate doesn't hang, on a wrong or right choice Fortune depends, on the tone of your voice So let's sing while we still can, while the sun hangs high up above Wonderful songs of love, beautiful songs of love.
so I'm sorry about tonight. I hope you got my message. I really thought I'd make it back into Austin sooner. I love you. How about a rain check on the date? I'll call you very soon. :)
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When do you get back from... wherever you are?
Have you left yet?
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