There’s a letter inside the drawer
But there’s a lock
A lock that only you and me know
That’s why there’s two
One for you and one for me
But sadly I was dying
I wrote a letter for you it’s in there waiting to be opened and read by you
If you read you’ll end up crying
But at least you’ll know my feelings for you in that letter to you
. . . I will always love you
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