"Paper with Burnt Edges" - Partenza Repressa
I'm writing this note just to say,
to say the words so long unsaid,
so long unsaid before today,
before today falls far away.
I couldn't say it face to face,
face to face the words are hollow,
are hollow lacking any trace,
any trace of my heartbeat's race.
It seems no matter how I try,
how I try to tell you the truth,
the truth--to love you is to die.
To love you is to die, good-bye.
I'm writing this note just to say,
to say the words so long unsaid.
So long unsaid, I love you still,
You still have my heart, always will.
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