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In person this would be much better, But instead I write this dreadful letter; We likely won’t cross paths again. I’m part glad, and part in pain. My love for you is too intense, I’ll no longer wait upon the fence; I must go, and indeed I’m gone. I hope for you I’ll cease to long.
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Sep 22, 2022
Sep 22, 2022 at 10:01 AM UTC
Flee
In person this would be much better, But instead I write this dreadful letter; We likely won’t cross paths again. I’m part glad, and part in pain. My love for you is too intense, I’ll no longer wait upon the fence; I must go, and indeed I’m gone. I hope for you I’ll cease to long.
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Sep 22, 2022
Sep 22, 2022 at 10:01 AM UTC
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