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It was a hot day in the city.
Dusty June without a breeze, and my thoughts were drifting home again, across the eastern seas.
And I dreamed of all we spoke of, on that cloudy airport day.
A week or more to go and jest three thousand miles away.
And there's an English morning calling me back home.
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