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Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend |
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What have I done that's made you so distant 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 and mansions so fine |
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I cannot offer you all clothes that your young body crave |
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But if you'll say that you just love me and always be mine |
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Just think of the tears the heartaches and sorrow you'll save |
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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 have broken so free |
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But to this old world I'll soon say my farewell at last |
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Cause I will be gone when you read this last letter from me |
