She woke up one morning
And found she couldn't stand her music
A thousand songs in mind
But not any words or melodies
She though tiredly
And prodded all her empty thoughts
With the ink side of a pen
And found she couldn't stand her music
A thousand songs in mind
But not any words or melodies
She though tiredly
And prodded all her empty thoughts
With the ink side of a pen
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