Tired and alone, I watch the second pass by,
like blood pumps in my veins, I cannot deny.
This time my time is spent on you,
the one I know, the one that's true.
Together I know we will make a stand,
but if only you would give me your hand.
While again and again I try,
I can feel the time fly,
and again at my frosted window wait,
for that one last lamp to seal my fate.
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