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Finally it's time to put away my pen |
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And gather up all the letters dancing around my desk |
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Below my lamp, they gather and write themselves in sentence |
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And I honestly need nothing more than rest |
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But if I should die before I wake |
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I realize I have just one more thing to say |
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I tried to write about climbing trees in winter |
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I turn into a wolf, and my ghost visited you at night |
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Singing I mixed up metaphors, watched clouds and airplanes soar |
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And now at the end, I notice some words I forgot to write |
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'Cause here they form themselves to tell you |
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I love you too |
