Waiting, waiting,
is a endless remark,
and whilst we're both living,
how can we wait?
...
She always looks delightful,
but it's always kind of sad,
what she must be fighting,
really makes it bad.
...
The winter does not cool us down,
but makes us too cold,
The sun only makes us want to hide away,
so why does it shine at all,
...
Day is dying inside of me,
I look at the window pane,
And the white wooden slab is sitting there,
Like me sitting lame.
...
Foreseeing ice is melting,
in this that there vision of cold,
that is of ice is melting,
but to me, triples of gold.
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A cry, a while,
in the heat of night, whilst, I cry,
a little bit each more the time.
Heart to heart,
...