For such a long letter here
I really have made no better
Than if I had handed over to you
A child’s written scribbles.
But in my madness I forgot
That such are tender points of life,
And to such end
I will command
My pen, forevermore.
For such a long letter here
I really have made no better
Than if I had handed over to you
A child’s written scribbles.
But in my madness I forgot
That such are tender points of life,
And to such end
I will command
My pen, forevermore.