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Why must you treat me as if I were only a friend |
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What have I done that's made you so different and cold |
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Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again |
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Will you be happy when you are withered and old |
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I cannot offer you diamonds or mansions so fine |
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I cannot offer you clothes that your young body crave |
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But if you'll say that forever that you will be mine |
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Think of the heartaches the tears and the sorrow you'll save |
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When you are weary and tired of another one's gold |
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When you are lonely, remember this letter, my own |
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Don't try to answer, though I've suffered anguish untold |
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If you don't love me, I wish you would leave me alone |
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While I am writing this letter I think of the past |
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And of the promises that you are breaking so free |
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But soon I'll bid my farewells to this whole world at last |
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I will be gone when you read this last letter from me |
