The Writer

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The writer was such a poet
Who only knew how to make the moon soar
The writer was such a dreamer
Who only knew how to make the dreams alive
The writer was such a giver
Who only knew how to make the poor well
The writer was such a lover
Who only knew how to make the guys fall
The writer was such a joy
Who only knew how to make the sun smile
The writer was such a treat
Who only knew how to make the sweetest things
The writer was such a beauty
Who only knew how to make the flowers bloom
The writer was such a laugh
Who only knew how to make the teens chuckle

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