My dear friend Fritz, you will carry it safely for me, won't you?
And he must write to me.

And you'll bring that safely, won't you?
Ah, Fritz, I know I'm wrong, but I'm starved, starved, starved! And it's for the last time.

For I know now that if I send anything, I must send more.

So after this time I won't send at all.

But I must say good-by to him; I must have his good-by to carry me through my life.