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A long hard road, back home to Moscow
This is my first long lonely night
I know, although our home is getting nearer
There'll be no meeting of delight...
Oh, summertime, the time of separation,
When all your friends are spread across the world,
The strangest time, when joy and exploration
Are mixed with loneliness and love untold
Oh, why does fortune have to laugh
When missing you becomes so very heavy?
And why is catching you so awfully tough?
Is this a warning? Or is it envy?