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I gave a letter to the postman

He put it in his sack

Bright and early next morning

He gave my letter back

He wrote upon it

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Old sad number

Old sad soul

We had a quarrel

A lover's spat

I write, "I'm sorry"

But my letter keeps coming back

So then I dropped it in the mailbox

I sent a special deed

Bright and early next morning

It came right back to me

She wrote upon it

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Old sad number

Old sad soul

This time I'm gonna take it by myself

I put it right in her hand

And if it comes back the very next day

Then I'll understand

She wrote upon it

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Old sad number

Old sad soul

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