There is the poet
Sitting at his desk
And writing on his computer
What comes to his mind
The poet is leting his thoughts drift away
And his puting his thoughts on the screen of his computer
By writing it
Hail holy poet
Somebody loves you
And that person who loves you is God
Because I am a 100% sure about that
Hail holy poet
That walks at night on the boardwalk
When the moon shines on the water
Hail holy poet
And ask yourself
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