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I never learned to spell
At least not well
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I never learned to count
A great amount
But my busy mind
Is yearning to use
What learning I've got
I won't waste any time
I'll strike
When the iron is hot
If they asked me
I could write a book
About the way you walk
And whisper and look
I could write a preface
On how we met
So the world
Would never forget
And the simple secret
Of the plot
Is just to tell them
That I love you a lot
And the world discovers
As my book ends
How to make two lovers
Of friends
And the simple secret
Of the plot
Is just to tell them
That I love you a lot
And the world discovers
As my book ends
How to make two lovers
Of friends