
This is a communique between me and YOU. In our previous conversations which have taken place over the past 3 years and 2 months, my impression of you has been summarised as follows:
In my first year, when I returned to your side,
I came running as a son to a dearly-missed father.
In my second year, when I had worked at your side long enough,
I began to realise that the father wanted not a son, but a slave.
In my third year, I realised that I would die at your side,
If I continued working for you.
This is my final year. I leave it to you to write the final line.
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