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Notebook
There once was a notebook,
 All shiny and new,
 All it's blank pages
 Bright and true.
 There once was a girl,
 Who sorrows to great 
 she filled all those pages 
 With words of hate.
 One day the theme changed.
 It went from sorrow to joy!
 She filled all those pages
 With thoughts of a boy
 These thoughts of a boy
 Made her giggle and talk!
 That thoughts on these pages
 Made her heart unlock.
 The notebook soon fell in love
 With her who's thoughts he had drawn.
 Her thoughts on his pages 
 were not a con.
 But slowly the boy
 Began to ignore,
 And the thoughts on these pages
 Made the notebooks heart sore.
 And as the girl fell 
 Into the pit of dispare 
 The thoughts on his pages 
 Became really rare.
 Soon the old notebook,
 Once shiny and new
 Had the thoughts on his pages 
 forgotten and crude.
 As time went on by 
 The notebook forgotten
 The thoughts on his pages 
 began to rotten.
 The girl came back bleeding,
 From a love all gone wrong.
 Her thoughts on his pages
 We're like a old song.
 And the girl 
 Soon Fell in love
 With the thoughts on the pages
 And the notebook above.
 The fell more in love 
 And soon the girl knew,
 The thoughts on those pages 
 We're really quite true.
 And now you must know,
 Though quite bold,
 The thoughts on those pages
 Were never sold.
 For they shall lay,
 With them in their graves
 The thoughts on those pages
 Are theirs to save.

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