| Last month
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| While thinking of love
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| I wrote him some words and mailed them away
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| But the next day
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| I found at my door a letter from spain
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| He’d sent long before
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| And his note read
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| I haven’t heard from you in weeks
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| I must assume that you no longer care
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| Too bad that’s it, goodbye
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| It’s just amazing
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| How loving can fail
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| From letters that cross in the mail
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| A life, a love, a chance to win it all
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| Can pass you by, in the foreign scene
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| And you think you’ll find your fate tomorrow night
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| And he finds somebody else in-between
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| I sat with swords in my heart
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| And pen in a hand I wrote
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| I’m glad that we’re through
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| Full of hate I mailed it
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| But then in a week a letter arrived
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| With love did it speak
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| And his note read
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| I loved the tender words you sent
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| It seems I wronged you please forgive me
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| I’ll return, I should leave soon
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| But oh, I know now that he’ll never sail
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| Our letters will cross in the mail
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| It’s just amazing
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| How time brings a loss
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| And loving can fail
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| Like letters that cross in the mail… |