A letter which was written long, long ago
Sealed in an envelope that nobody knows
An address already sitting in the correct place
To meet the post office it is lacking suitable pace.
Will it one day be discovered by eyes intended?
Or will it be hidden forever in a place distended?
Only time can tell what will be its final fate
Lying awaits in an envelope, a letter without date.
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