I received your letter, my heart,
It was late when it arrived "in the night,
And all the time I touched the paper,
So strange smell it radiated, touched
The ink letters with your handwriting
Written so fast, with careful hand,
Kissed it, as I would kiss your gentle fingers.
But it was late,
My blood couldn't stop now flowing,
I'm not afraid to die,  just now as if in
Your hands, holding your letter I was
Dying.

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