sometime i tell myself
when you say you are busy doing lots of your routine
i am here
and have always waited for you
i am impatient
and calls this affair 'quits'
there are other rivers to sail
seas to travel
fish to fry
my dear honey pie
i have other things to do beside you
i can't wait that long enough
i am not getting any younger
i have other windmills to conquer
my dear sweetie honey pie
let me say the word goodbye!
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