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In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of MONIKA and MONIKA
The ink flows down into MONIKA
Just move your hand - write the way into MONIKAS heart!
But in this world of JUST MONIKA
What will it take just to find MONIKA?
What will it take just to find that special day?
Have I found MONIKA a fun assignment to do today?
When MONIKA'S here, everything that we do is fun for MONIKA anyway
When I can't even MONIKA my own feelings
What good are words when MONIKA says it all?
And if this world won't write me an MONIKA
What will it take just for me to have MONIKA?
Does my MONIKA only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
Is it love if I take MONIKA, or is it love if I set you free?
The ink flows down into a MONIKA
How can I write MONIKA into reality?
If I can't hear the sound of MONIKAS heartbeat
What do you call MONIKA in your reality?
And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
I'll leave you be MONIKA
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