The Letter

Armand
Mon amour...
No, perhaps that's too abrupt
These words I write...
My dearest Armand
Don't believe a word, they're not my own...
This must end, it has no future
In time to come...
You were an amusement
You'll come to understand...
For a forty year old woman
Why'd I do all I do?
But you can't give me a life
I do it just for you...
That Otto gives me
Always remember...
And I need that life more than I need you
What I do is not my choice...
Do not try to see me again
What you read is not my voice...
Adieu
My love...
Marguerite
Mon amour



Credits
Writer(s): Wayne Carson
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