I face the day again Against the window pane. I remain your closest friend, And wish you back again. You wonder how I feel; You think you've pushed too far. If only you could see this pen Scribbling down my heart. I'll be waiting. I may be young or old and gray, Counting the days, But I'll be waiting, And when I finally see you come, I'll run when I see you-- I'll meet you. But still the days drag on. Why did you decide to go? Did you only need to see What only time can show? I'll be waiting. I may be young or old and gray, Counting the days, But I'll be waiting, And when I finally see you come, I'll run when I see you. And even if You never do return, Still I will have learned How to love you better. I'll be waiting. I may be young or old and gray, Counting the days, But I'll be waiting, And when I finally see you come, I'll run to meet you. I'll be waiting. I may be young or old and gray, Counting the days, I'll be waiting, And when I finally see you come, I'll run to meet you.
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