Left With A Single Line

Here in the place are the words I can’t seem to find, the thousands of clever, unread lines. I’ve thought them through a million times but suddenly the words I’m unable to find. Side by side inside my head the words begin to blur. All that’s left is a single line. In the night the silver lining is sometimes hard to see, but everything will be fine if you’re with me.





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