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Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend What have I done that makes you so different and cold Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again Will you be happy when you are withered and old I cannot offer you diamonds and mansions so fine I cannot offer you clothes that your young body craves But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine Think of the heartaches the tears and the sorrow you'll save When you were lonely and tired of another one's gold When you were weary remember this letter my own Don't try to answer though I've suffered anguish untold If you don't love me I wish you would leave me alone While I am writing this letter I think of the past And of the promises that you are broking so free But to this old world I will soon say my farewell at last I will be gone when you read this last letter from me From Letras Mania