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Sep 2013
Now it's evening, getting late
forming questions in my mind is what I do
ask You gently, no debate
want to know the what and when and where and who
Sleep is creeping, vacant state
still I'm yearning for the reasons, why it is
You are patient, never late  
and the answer, always, wait...." that's how it is."
g clair
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