We'll wait for the rain to subside,
And bugs to bury deep,
The order to keep well alive,
Has fallen in defeat,
Yet she knows that,
I favour the way that she talks,
With a purpose on her tongue,
Stopping and starting in morse,
But it's not for everyone,
But she'll go there,
I stood as she held it and cried,
While dust would enter in,
The wonder that met on my eyes,
Was biting at my chin,
Like a secret,
It only became what it was,
When everyone had left,
And all of the knocks on the door,
Would frighten us to bed,
Now I need it,
Find it as we go.
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