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Where I can be with you
In my hand is a pen that will
Write a poem of me and you
The ink flows down
Into a dark puddle
Just move your hand
Write the way into his heart!
But in the world of
Infinite choices
What will be take
Just to find that special day ?
Have I found everybody
A fub assignmert to do today
When you're here
Everything we do is fun
For them anyway
When I can"t even
Read my own feelings
What good are words
When a smile says it all?
And it this world
Won't write me an ending
What will it take
Just for me have it all ?
Does my pen only write words
For those that are dear to me ?
Is it love if I take or
Is it love if I set you free ?
The ink flows down
Into a dark puddle
How can i write
Love into reality ?
If I can't hear
The sound of your heartbeat
What do you call
Love in your reality
An in your reality
If i don't know
How to love you
I'll leave you be
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