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It's not about the beauty It's not about the look It's all about the chapters Making up your book For all the things I learn you like Are things that I like too How easy it would be for me If I could love on you I never was a poet I wrote some here and there But now I write about you Words come from everywhere And if someday should happen Those words will come alive And then I'll get to show you Not one word was contrived

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