I have a thousand beautiful letters laying in my desk
at home
Which keep me from loving
And getting everything out of the refreshing and adventurous life
I was given
I have a thousand closed envelopes at home
Which keep me from enjoying
Because I have your address in my pocket and a smile on my face
But I just don't seem to get it
I have a trash can full of thrown-away writing sheets
Just because the paper wouldn't listen
And I walk around
With, in my hand, on a card the place where you used to live
I guess now it's to late
To send you all those thousand sealed letters
I have at home
Yours sincerely,
Hannah
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