I'm writing a letter
A note to confess
My love to the girl
To whom it's addressed

It's best she not know
The feelings I hide
Emotions all tangled
And buried inside

So I won't buy the postage
I won't send it out
And she'll never know
What the letter's about

Ten thousand words written
Crumpled up on the table
And I'll keep on writing
For as long as I'm able


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