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May 2010
Outside its raining
the music plays on
outside its dreary
the rain slowly falls
watching the clock
it's ticking and tocking
the time draws near
when we will be talking
in the pit of my stomach
I feel a ball of dread
for you I am waiting
should you not appear
I will sit and wait and wonder
and where has it gone
the lightning and the thunder
outside its raining
the music plays on
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
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Michael Acosta
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