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I never learned to spell,
At least not well.
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I never learned to count,
A great amount.
But my busy mind is burning to use what learning i’ve got,
I won’t waste any time,
I’ll strike while the iron is hot.
If they asked me, i could write a book
About the way you walk, and whisper, and look.
I could write a preface
On how we met
So the world would never forget.
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that i love you a lot.
And the world discovers
As my book ends,
How to make two lovers
Of friends.
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And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that i love you a lot.
And the world discovers
As my book ends,
How to make two lovers
Of friends.