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Oh, my dear Notepad I press the windows button And you are there Sometimes the only voice we hear Is our own People get busy You talk to them And they talk to you But they have to go away For you to remember them And so it goes along The long and lonely way With songs to pick And others to listen to Until they are gone Too little time And no one to talk to Oh, my dear Notepad I press the windows button And you are there

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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