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Crying Is For Writers - July
Reaching for his pen
He then commence to try
To write the story of his life

Working all day and sleeping all night
What was there to say
What was there to write

Loving is for rich men
Hating is for poor men
Money is for fighters
Crying is for writers

Living in the center of his own little world
His face never seen
His voice never heard

An endless stream of sorrow flows
A victim of the life he chose

Might as well write about
The working of a 40 oil spot combustion engine

Putting down his pen
He turned and said I want to live
But I wish I were dead