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Another misspelled rhyme,

written in the book of time.

In one page I've spent all my life.

Ink ain't even dry.

I've been living in a lie?

How could I trust in someone of your kind?

And I got today another letter in the mail,

I can't read it here,

not today.

And when years go by,

the unopened letter meets my eye.

I'm older and wiser, but still afraid.

What if I read it and it is full of love?

How can I face it if I am wrong?

Do you feel, do you care about me?

Did you wait and love me all this time?

I am here, would you come and find me?

Does your writing guide me through this all?

What if I read it and it is full of love?

How can I face it if I am wrong?

Do you feel, do you care about me?

Did you wait and love me all this time?

I am here, would you come and find me?

Does your writing guide me through this all?

Do you feel, do you care about me?

I am here, would you come and find me?

Do you feel, do you care about me?

Did you wait and love me all this time?

I am here, would you come and find me?

Does your writing guide me through this all?