The Faraway Hill...
Dear Juliet
There is a hill far away, where men still dream of those they lost.
There is a hill far away, where no one counts the cost.
The winds may ravage and make you weep, but my counsel I hope you'll keep.
There's never a hole into which you'll fall too deep.
Don't let Toronto make you weep.
There is a future far away, waiting for you, the princess in her castle or her keep.
Love,
James

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