Waiting
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There is an old lady sitting in the old park, Waiting for her true love to come. Even though that loved one died long ago, She still sits there waiting for him. Waiting, waiting, waiting. There is an young boy sitting by his front door Waiting for his parents to come Even though they died long ago He still sits there waiting for them Waiting, waiting, waiting. There was a girl sitting by the gate, of her old run school Waiting for her friend to come and get her Even though that friend had forgotten long ago She still sits there waiting for her Waiting, waiting, waiting.
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