Dear John,
Oh! Aren't you the extravagant one. Now I must protest, I don't deserve such generosity, three French hens.
They are just darling but I must insist, you've been too kind.
All my love,
Agnes
When you walk through a storm, Hold your head up high And don't be afraid of the dark At the end of the storm, There's a golden sky...
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