With this pen,
And with this ink,
I write these words
To help me think.
To clear my thoughts,
To ease my mind,
Before my dreams
Get left behind.
Memories lost
Memories found
Love is blind
But always around.
But with this pen,
And with this ink,
To clear my thoughts
To help me think
I write these words
To ease my mind,
Before my dreams
Get left behind.
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