Then with time disappears, and with light disappears
Never really know what else to do
So we keep on marching on, let the song goes on
Hope the ink never dries out

Tell the world all you ever know
(whisper them to the wind)
Gather stardust and see them scatter
(dip down the quill, see the magic flows)

Leap on high, the wings spread wide
resounding voice;
endless tale

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Raindrops, moon, words, ink. magic. I'm somewhere between the lines.