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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 Ive got,

I wont waste any time,

Ill 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.







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.