Bombarding Lee
Onboard Truth
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I am here alone for you to sing
I may lose my king
But chess is not the only thing
To make your heart bring
The joy of early spring
So spread your wing
And wear the ring
For I shall kiss your lovely swing
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Bombard away, my friend... have I told you I've had the most interesting conversations lately? Thanks for being such a gentleman... Love always, Lee