True Fiction

I understand that recall isn’t true,
and witnesses are infamously wrong,
so will it matter all that much to you
if I’m inventive when I write your song?
I promise to be credible, endue
your deeds with motivation clear and strong.
I feel compelled to make the story sound,
and running plot to sense, see what I found?

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