Wordy, wordy, wordy....
Wordy u made me ready,
For my wordy imaginary friend,
You came to me as a God send,
The siren that shouts: silence is golden,
Serene like a fresh tulip in its youth,
Yet you are taken so far, far that i can't even touch the tip of your fingers,
Your aging thoughts exhaust your youthful thoughts,
And brew sedated thoughts,
Wordy, the makmende that is,
I want not to let be the makmende that was,
For the era screams Wordy and youtube better recognize this hero!
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