My dear little grey thing
With your bobbing head
Thank you for following me
All my journey through
As I thought of romance
You were here with
And as I rode on the train
Your image was beside
YOu flew to meet me
At least that I imagine
And now I sit here dreaming
And you are here too
You came from the Michael Square
I came from Glasgow
And now here we are companions
Friends in Verona, little pigeon
And I will never forget
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