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Notebook
There once was a notebook,
All shiny and new,
All it's blank pages
Bright and true.
There once was a girl,
Who sorrows to great
she filled all those pages
With words of hate.
One day the theme changed.
It went from sorrow to joy!
She filled all those pages
With thoughts of a boy
These thoughts of a boy
Made her giggle and talk!
That thoughts on these pages
Made her heart unlock.
The notebook soon fell in love
With her who's thoughts he had drawn.
Her thoughts on his pages
were not a con.
But slowly the boy
Began to ignore,
And the thoughts on these pages
Made the notebooks heart sore.
And as the girl fell
Into the pit of dispare
The thoughts on his pages
Became really rare.
Soon the old notebook,
Once shiny and new
Had the thoughts on his pages
forgotten and crude.
As time went on by
The notebook forgotten
The thoughts on his pages
began to rotten.
The girl came back bleeding,
From a love all gone wrong.
Her thoughts on his pages
We're like a old song.
And the girl
Soon Fell in love
With the thoughts on the pages
And the notebook above.
The fell more in love
And soon the girl knew,
The thoughts on those pages
We're really quite true.
And now you must know,
Though quite bold,
The thoughts on those pages
Were never sold.
For they shall lay,
With them in their graves
The thoughts on those pages
Are theirs to save.
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