I can't paint
Or sing
Or dance
Or draw
I'd like to play guitar
I bought one off a mate once
I couldn't lean the barre'
I tried to write a sonnet
I struggled with the time
And no matter how hard I try
I can't find words that sound the same
I don't call myself a poet
As I haven't got a clue
If I could teach myself just one thing
It would be to stop thinking about you
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