To the words I keep, and write in a flash
Inside a black notebook it seems
That my memories lives on to.
With a simple pen, I write all those secrets within
In an open line, inside pages it seems
That my words lives on to.
The different hand gestures that move
On a sheet of paper, where stories come to life it seems
That my imagination lives on to.
To share to no one but myself
In a magical place it seems
That my heart and mind lives on to.
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