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1/27/2010
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It's that series of waiting.
It's that text on my phone.
It's that kind of feeling that I was once all alone.
It'll come back before I know it.
It won't be soon before long.
Life will choose, we will chance.
Life will no longer feel wrong.
We'll sing and dance.
She'll be here with me.
A walk on the boardwalk.
A drive in my car.
I wonder what you are doing and where you are.
Imagine those planets as I count the stars.
And when you'll come for me.
Will it be when I comfort you?
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