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| My Words A gift are my words, My words are a gift. They were stolen from me, those words, And the loss has set me adrift. Innocently I thought my words were safe; Safe in the knowledge that they were mine. I never though anyone would steal my words; The words I wrote, line by line. My words gave me a hint to who I am; They were very important to me. Those words came from deep inside And they showed me what I could not see. My words were stolen by a petty fool; The fool who stole my book. To hurt me, they would do anything; In the end it was my words they took. But in the end, as it turns out, My book of words was found. That it was taken from me, I have no doubt; But I'd rather not have revenge rebound. |
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