Walking on earth, under the sky
Breathing some air, water flow by
Fire within, I dip my pen
I’m not yet done. Please stay on, Papyrus…
You’ve survived for long, for the pen you belong
Ready to be drawn, etched and sketched
Oh! You’re so dedicated
So I could write, pass you on
They could read, sing along
You’d live on, Papyrus…
You’ve fallen off your mother
While your clans wither
You’ve remained painless, and subtle
You’ve flown on to my shoulder
I take you on my lap, with love
I dip that pen in ink, and hold
Before I think, I ponder and blink
You’re my greatest gift
You’re my love. Oh! Papyrus…
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