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What is there to write?
What is there to say?
The same things happen everyday
Not a thing to write, not a thing to say
So I take my pen in hand and start the same old way
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line
The weather's cool, the folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
P.S. I love you
