Love letters from Bohemia

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Come, let us pray. Pray for happiness and sorrow and simple living and double decker buses for the trains to be late and for the trams to never go away, pray for warm yellow lights and friendly strangers, pray for a South Calcutta sun, pray for warm toes and lovers' limbs and people who have lost their souls. Pray for the unloved, pray for the loved. Pray for rain, and sunshine, and life and love and the courage to live another day under the sun.