Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend What have I done that has made you so different and cold Sometimes I wonder if youll be contented again Will you be happy when you are withered and old I cannot offer you diamonds or mansions so fine I cannot offer you all the clothes that your young body crave But if youll say that forever you will be mine Just think of the heartaches all the tears and the sorrow youll save When you are weary and tired of another ones gold When you are lonely remember this letter my own Dont try to answer though Ive suffered anguish untold If you dont love me I wish you would leave me alone As I am writing this letter I think of the past And of the promises that you are breaking so free But soon Ill bid my farewell to this old world and you at last I will be gone when you read this last letter from me...
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