Which Was Writ

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I used to think that was writ was meant and meant to be written
Sittin' all alone in a little terra cotta kitchen
Turnin' page after page as my fingers got darker
The world’s a submission, well, my mind a red marker
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I used to trust that people could and people could learn
A fellow, in turn, deserves a fellow turn
And speaking truth, ring like a song
Oh, I used to trust, but I learned that I was wrong
And now
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Well, I can’t wait 'til this is all gone
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And I could say that I was wrong
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