Sometimes, there's an end.
but no beginning.
sometimes, I'm in the story.
but it's always a fairy tale.
Most times, you were with me.
But all the times. I'm alone
in the middle of the night.
Standing here.
All alone in the rain.
Waiting for you to come.
You aren't here.
You weren't there.
'Cause you're in my mind and heart.
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