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| Count the Hours |
| Like a child on Christmas Eve I lie awake throught the night and count the hours so endless 'till the dawns new light Ticking slowly, barely moving the hands seem still upon the clock 'tis me I know they're playing with 'tis me they seem to mock Restlessly I turn around and tightly close my eyes hoping if I'm not watching time will swiftly fly Hours seem to pass then I lie still and barely breath the hands might move much faster if they think that I'm asleep Oh, so slowly, I turn around still pretending, eyes shut tight I open only one eye a bit as I'm peeking at the time Upon spying those mocking hands backlit by numbers stark I see that they've barely moved only minutes have passed thus far I sigh a deep, regreful sigh knowing what I must do again I'll count the hours 'till I can be with you |
| Copyright Maria G. Abernathey May 16, 2002 |
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