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By Bridget O Date: 2002 Nov 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.20.19.06.16071]] |
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When you try to count down the days until you see him, It turns into hours, Which invariably turns into minutes if you think hard enough Then you find yourself calculating the exact seconds Until you can hold him And he's not just that voice you hear for hours on the phone He's the man you can touch. But the hours are doraning on And the minutes are oh so slow And the seconds, oh those seconds! They're like an eternity. 5183985621, 5183985620, 5183985619 |