For the love of it

For the love of it
I will go
Quite soon
Across the big pond
Thousands of miles
Three flights
And twenty-four hours by train
Over mountains
Rivers
And the vast snow-covered bosom
Of Mother Russia
 

I will go
For the love of it
And the love of her

 




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