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Ink bleeds the pages, And Well spills a spell. The Hand splits the Head And slowly slits the throat.
Oh, if Ink had spoke its words, And Well had shelved its secrets! The Hand guides the Heart To sing a silent song.
But Ink has stained paper, And Well has sunk it wet, So the Hand has torn a line To still the Voice's breath.
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Ink spreads across the pages, And the Well releases a magical spell. The Hand divides the Head And carefully cuts the throat.
Oh, if Ink could have spoken its words, And the Well could have kept its secrets! The Hand leads the Heart To express a quiet song.
But Ink has marked the paper, And the Well has soaked it wet, So the Hand has ripped a line