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A man lies in bed,
Thinking of life,
And the name of that idea
Was the one of his wife.
He smiled as he picked up his pen,
Writing in his book,
And the way he stroked his pen
A man lies in bed,
Thinking of life,
And the name of that idea
Was the one of his wife.
He smiled as he picked up his pen,
Writing in his book,
And the way he stroked his pen
