Well, I write every day
about everyone and what they say
from how they move, back to me and you
and everyday in between
I write about everything
from the dreams iv had
to my loving dad
I write about songs
where I do and don't belong
I write about the warmth of May
I write about the man with such a heart,
who lived on Cayuga way
I write about now
I write about then
and when i'm done, I do it again
I'll change the words
and add a phrase
but yes I do write every day
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