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by emmy   May 9, 2006


He waits for her
as she comes
its late at night
he waits for her
there is no light
he waits for her
shes not coming
he waits for her
and soon heres some humming
it wont go away
so soon he follows
behind a bush
was his girl
singing:ooh i love you
for you are my man
from the beginning
you've held my hand

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