Words are my bricks,
Tapping them into clicks.
Singing long roads of solitude,
No expectation of any gratitude.
This I have been doing; all the way with no clue,
And threading these words' roads through,
No destination on the view,
And I never knew, never knew,
You would be my destiny!
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