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Perhaps tomorrow...
Midnight messages from you i hope to find
Some comfort in this night and distant time
I run down eager for your carefilled words
no answer greets me from the notice board
I picture you pale and worn, lines on your face
Tired and alone you return to the place
Where today i waited for you fruitlessly
You read that i called and sigh restlessly
Perhaps tomorrow...
July 1999
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