You never liked to get The letters that I sent But now you've got the gist Of what my letters meant You're reading them again The ones you didn't burn You press them to your lips My pages of concern I said there'd been a flood I said there's nothing left I hoped that you would come I gave you my address Your story was so long The plot was so intense It took you years to cross The lines of self-defence....
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