How many letters have I written you
None of which I sent
They’re all in my dressing table draw
Waiting to be read
Without a word goodbye - you left
Without a reason why - you left
Over the ocean you sailed, then above the wind you flew
To forget you would be easy, but forget you I never will
Copyright Colin Coplin 2010
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