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Today I burnt your old love letters,
burnt them gently one by one.
Before I'd light the flame I'd read,
to try and find the wrong I've done.
The first you wrote me was sweetest,
But last one broke my heart in two.
Our love is there among ambers
In the ashes of your letters tied blue
I watched our love go up in smoke
lived again each precious memory
heard each tender word you spoke
The last one said 'we were
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