Ev'ry so often one sits down to contemplate,
And upon sitting writes down their thoughts.
Be they long, or short, grand or small,
Somehow they weave and find their way onto a page,
And form a masterpiece of this person's mind symphony.
Love, Me.
And upon sitting writes down their thoughts.
Be they long, or short, grand or small,
Somehow they weave and find their way onto a page,
And form a masterpiece of this person's mind symphony.
Love, Me.
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