The cold wind blows into the house.
The rain pours slowly down from the sky.
Will it happen tonight?
A young girl waiting, standing by.
In red with golden sparkles by her side.
Will he come tonight?
Busy machine zooming left and right.
When will they stop so he can pass by.
Will she see him tonight?
Alas, time passed by so fast.
The rain stops, the pain starts.
She never gets to see him tonight.
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