dearest eva,
even the clouds here are colder, all may be lost.
love, jim
sweet jim,
new orleans is bleeding.
your darling eva
oh my eva,
i remember love and the smell of oranges.
yours, jim
my jim,
the streets are a bourban flood and i cannot swim.
eva
my lost little eva,
the postman declares his love for you.
jim
my faithful jim,
all of the gossamer flowers have wilted, perhaps we shall never meet again.
your darling eva
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