Words are such small things that they cannot be measured,
Falling like bricks from our lips with simple pound to the ground,
Forgotten in the blankness of our minds.
But I was there when you gave me those words you forgot,
Which fell like bricks from your lips and grew roots in my heart,
Jotted eagerly down in the journal of my mind.
Oh, words are such large things that they cannot be measured,
They can be rewound and replayed, but never erased, long after they've been
Forgotten in the blankness of our minds.
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