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On a monday When the rain decides to sing my name and the sun rides away I'll be waiting for you again Craving a simple glance Thirsting for the slightest Hello or Goodbye I stand waiting
The horizon doesn't seem too far, The sun's heat gives me warmth, Though I am so close, It doesn't burn Slowly, all my fears are melting away.
I prize my gift from the sun, the smooth ebony blanket that trails in my path. It bears the token of my progress, like a toll booth of past endowments, always full of unanswered prayer.
I sit and I stare intense sunlight fires through the slits of my squinted lids Like blinds I shutter out the most of it, and trickling down are little specks of dust Closer I look