I'm sending this little note,
As a follow-up of the one you wrote,
Which expressed your sincere desire,
That I turn my light into darkness and
My sun filled days over to you,
Mistress Night.
But, I aspire that you understand,
That your demand,
Of losing my life of brightness,
My life of summer fine,
And this against my will,
Without a fight,
Is not mine.
Insincerely yours,
And good night.
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