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Dear ShaneI write to you from the MediterraneOur hotel room overlooks a small islandThat has a volcano in the middle of itSteep dramatic cliffs surround the bayAnd I can see the moon in the dayTruth is, I'm tiredEven the sunrise looks oldI don't want to tell youBut you have to be toldDon't take it too hardSorry to tell you on a postcardThere's no easy way to sayYour grandfather passed awayMourn with meHow fickle is the funny sideMay seem lower than the lowest tideBut you only touch the hotplate for so longIt's better to become candle wax than to burn onBesides, he left us in good golfing formThree days ago he hit five parsTake care now, love GrandmaSongtexteAnd P.S. Love this lifeAnd P.P.SLove this life Aus Songtexte Mania