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It worries me this kind of thingHow you hope to live aloneAnd occupy your waking hoursWe're taking sides againI just wept I couldn't understandWhy you started this againAnd every day you send me moreIt makes it worse is this a plan of yoursTo ensure I don't forgetI'd write and tell you that I've burnt them allBut you never send me your addressAnd i've, I've kept them anywaySo don't ask me if I think it's trueThat communication can bring hope to thoseWho have gone their separate waysIt hardly touched me when it should have thenBut memories are uncertain friendsWhen recalled by messagesCoded messagesPoison letters