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Not sure where you exist
Waiting in the dark
Through the rain
In the snow
Waited kneeling
Heart yearning that
The ocean breeze
Would fine you
Waited for you

The mind in a haze
Slowly slipping farther and farther
Hear the voice, gently pulling
Words saying you are close
Listen to the tune
Let them be your guide

Exhausted eyes shut down
Body shuts down
Sinking deep into the ocean depth
Waiting for you
Hearing the voice
Commanding you
Pulling you back

The voice says
"Focus, Focus on Me"
Let the heart open to that desire
Let us be one
It's a dream
Yet the realty is in the mind
Hillary wants the top job
in Washington D C
but to give her position
would be a travesty

America had one Clinton
at the White House
does it really need
the other spouse

the oval office
can't be stained by Hillary
it took well enough
of Bill's awful villainy

a fresh outfit
is sorely sought at the place
Americans don't want
a trace of Hillary's face

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