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Care of St. House, Willoughby Drive
Parramatta, New South Wales, this fifth day of
In the of Our Lord
hundred and thirty five

Why must I apologize
Every time that I sit to write
Through my own I may find
You're no longer living at this

excuse the lack of news
The of strange privilege
For the hour of trial in these times of
Mean more years imprisoned by etiquette

I can remember when we were
Though I never imagine this day
Your brother me we'd live forever
"I'll go on better", I heard say

And it seems so strange, now that gone
To recall all these
Though the years have us
have strained and broken

Oh, by the way, how's that that you wed
I hated you then but I'm the worst of it
I can't home, I might as well say
Life is short, I shall not again