I said I will write a letter
But I don't know if it is any good
I am not acting clever
Neither wanna be misunderstood
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I am gonna tell you a secret
I have met a person, at first a stranger
Then her being became sacred
and her absence bitter
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I started writing on an old piece of paper
when I finally found a pen
I would wait, but I'm not sure inspiration can
Just so you know the importance of this letter
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There is a dying candle in front
Some cards, an ashtray, a bar of chocolate
and a book entitled the art of happiness
and that's what she does,
I suppose
She makes people happy, I am a witness
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I thought about her for a while before sleep
Yeah, that night I couldn't count the sheep
I was inspired, to put ink on paper
With this romantic atmosphere, it couldn't be easier
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I didn't have to plan how to write this letter
I knew that words will flow
I like that I think about her as a stranger
This way I am excited to know more
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Besides, she enlightens my smile,
Triggers my happy mood and kills my frown
I think I like her, I guess she likes me too
Maybe a little less or a little more than I do
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Life is short to spend it with the wrong people
They're saying
She gets out the best in me..
I do the same, I'm hoping
If that's what it is about. Let it be..
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Few things are said and there is more
I think I don't want her to be a stranger, not anymore
My candle is crying, please don't do the same
This is what it felt like and I thought I'd share
I don't know why I dare
Maybe I shouldn't have written this letter that way
It's not for me, it's for her anyway.
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