There was a lady about the age of twenty one.
She finally met a man worth calling hun.
He was property of Uncle Sam.
So they sent him away, to the land of sand.
She missed him dearly and loved him much
Every day she longed for his touch.
They both were devoted, honest and caring
The letters and phone calls they were always sharing.
Until one day the man didn't call or write.
Everything she thought was just out of site.
He was doing fine and wanted to contact.
But the phones and everything were out of contract.
He couldn't talk about where he was.
He couldn't hold the lady he loved.
So one hot day, he got a crazy idea.
He would sneak away straight to Bolivia.
He figured he would hide out there for a few years.
And then find his lady and share some tears.
But that didn't work out, he knew he wouldn't pull it off.
So he waited his time so he wouldn't get caught.
He stayed sad, wanting to speak to his lady.
He hoped she would be there-- just maybe.
She hated not seeing and he did too.
But that faithful day came for him to move.
For him to move home and be wanted again.
He knocked on her door and she answered from the den.
She hugged him and loved him more than before.
And then she fainted directly to the floor.
The man helped her come to and they saw each other's eyes.
They became one another's forever as if flying thru the skys.
Their time together hasn't been happier since,
He knocked on the door that lead to her den.
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