Pen and pencil In a set, crossed, Silver and gold, Awaiting the stroke Of a sure hand And a quick mind To set them free, To tell a tale Deep from the heart, To unfold the path to An enchanted, unknown land. At the Pen and Pencil, On a stool at the bar, Her long legs crossed, Her curly hair shimmering like gold, Long after the stroke Of midnight, she longs for A sure hand and quick mind To set her free, To tell a tale She can believe, To lead her to an enchanted land, To unlock the mysteries Buried and misplaced In the depths Of her heart.Birth sign: Capricorn
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