On the seventh day of Christmas

My true love gave to me

An empty hotel room
A rainy city
A lingering kiss
And the faint smell of cigarettes

Leaving on a jet plane

"

so kiss me and smile for me

tell me that you'll wait for me

hold me like you'll never let me go

I'm leaving on a jet plane 

don't know when I'll be back again

oh babe I hate to go

"

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A little souvenir from the streets of Melbourne.