My hand grabs the pen,
The pen reaches the paper,
I can see the ink gliding across the page oh so gracefully,
Yet, I do not know what I am writing,
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I can't explain it, this feeling, this notion,
You were the one who set my heart in motion.
Who knew that you could be the one,
The one to stop it and break it?
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