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When the mailman arrived,
And shouted my name,
With a letter in hand.
Faced with such a rude surprise,
I don't even know how
I made it to the gate.
Reading the beautiful envelope,
In the sender I recognized,
The same handwriting, that once told me:
I'm fed up with you.

Yet I didn't have the courage
To open the message
Because in uncertainty, I pondered and said:
Will it be of joy?
Will it be of sadness?
How much sad truth
Or cheerful lie, a letter brings us...
And thinking this way, I tore up your letter
And burned it, so as not to suffer anymore.