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You ask me for a word or two
To help you think or help you sing
But thoughts I hold are dear to me
And the feelings they bring.
I'd loose, I'd think, a word or two
If I even think of my own glory
The words I'll say may not be sweet
Cause from the heart, they tell a story
Of words, of beginnings, of heartfelt tears
And tracks behind still heartfelt fears
And words are from my memory.
You've asked me for a word or two
Instead I've given many
Maybe you'd wish that I'd been still
Instead of giving any.
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