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Luiz Gonzaga
The Letter
In the scented letter you left on the table
I am certain of your betrayal
My tears fell stubbornly
On the pink sheets written by your hand
You left but my soul will follow your steps
Wherever you are, I will be with you
You will keep a memory of me
Your memory will stay with me
Don't think of me anymore
It would be useless, for I never loved you
What happened between us was just fantasy
Our past ended as all illusions end
From now on we will follow different paths
Don't look for me, it would be one more disappointment
And this word, at the end of the letter
Stained by my tears
This word that tortures me is goodbye.
