I can't write, Not when I haven't seen you in quite a while, Not when you don't look at me like that, Not when I haven't heard your voice, Not when I can't be your vice. So I need you, To let you be the ink to my Quill, To let you be the peace to my Thrill, To let you be the wisdom to my Will, To let you be the comfort to my Shrill.
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