I rake the Book of Words
to find one to bring to you
To fold it up in origami
A swan to fly and follow you
After I let you go
On that napkin I wrote my soul
And let it go for you
I am nothing now
Alone in those walls I built for you
And Pray I never find
A napkin stamped
'Return to sender'
I am waiting
I am waiting
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