Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend
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What have I done that has made you so distant and cold
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Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again
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And will you be happy when you are withered and old
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No I cannot offer you diamonds or mansions so fine
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And I cannot offer you all the clothes that your young body crave
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But if you'll say that you long to forever be mine
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Why just think of the heartaches all the tears and the sorrow you'll save
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When you grow weary and tired of another one's gold
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When you get lonely remember this letter my own
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But don't try to reach me though I've suffered anguish untold
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If you don't love me I just wish you would leave me alone
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While I am writing this letter I think of the past
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And of the promises that you have broken so free
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And to this old world I'll soon say my farewell at last
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Yes I will be gone when you read this last letter from me
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Last Letter
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Dottie West |