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I write and I write
'Til my hands wither and writhe
Bony fingers, they shrivel and die
Still I write ever more
To stop is to lose
All that I stand for
All that I mean
Create and construct
Make it more than a dream...
'Til my hands wither and writhe
Bony fingers, they shrivel and die
Still I write ever more
To stop is to lose
All that I stand for
All that I mean
Create and construct
Make it more than a dream...
