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The young mailman is dead
He was only seventeen years old

Love can no longer travel
It has lost its messenger

It was he who came every day
Arms loaded with all my words of love
It was he who held in his hands
The flower of love picked from your garden

He left for the blue sky
Like a bird finally free and happy
And when his soul left him
A nightingale somewhere sang

I love you as much as I loved you
But I can't say it anymore

He took with him
The last words I had written to you

He will no longer go on the roads
Adorned with roses and jasmine
That lead to your house
Love can no longer travel
It has lost its messenger
And my heart is like in prison

The teenager has left
Who brought you my joys and sorrows
Winter has killed spring
Everything is over for us now