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Sara, my darling, i'm writing to you.
Cause your father passed away, it was a beautiful day
and i don't want to bother you anymore,
i used to hope you'd come back
but not anymore Sara.

And i think that i told you, i'd wait for you forever
now i know someone else's holding you,
so, for the first time in my life - i must lie
lie's a sin, mess that i am in,
love is not the thing i feel now
i promise you : i wont write again 'til the sun sets
behind your grave

( Sonata arctica-Letter to Dana )