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One Sunday morning There he lied Awoken by a message beep There he smiled "What else could be better?" One Sunday morning There he lied Couldn’t get out of his bed There he waited "When will she reply?" One Sunday night There he stood Waiting as if for eternity There he thought “Perhaps she's busy?” One Monday morning There it was “I’ve forgotten” she said There he sighed “I shouldn’t have cared.”
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
One Sunday Morning
One Sunday morning There he lied Awoken by a message beep There he smiled "What else could be better?" One Sunday morning There he lied Couldn’t get out of his bed There he waited "When will she reply?" One Sunday night There he stood Waiting as if for eternity There he thought “Perhaps she's busy?” One Monday morning There it was “I’ve forgotten” she said There he sighed “I shouldn’t have cared.”
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Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
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