As I was leaving, she said to me
‘I will wait for you, I will keep waiting for you’
Her life was spent in quiet anticipation
Of which wait played a major part
I said to her, ‘Isn’t everyone waiting?’
The autumn for the tress to shed
The bird for the moor to break
For mortals their death
Aren't we all waiting to discover the truth of life
And some to earn money and become wise
Aren't we all in search of something?
Aren't we all waiting for something?
Trueee
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