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Days are passing oh so slow,
Since you have gone away.
Don't think I can hold that long.
I need to feel your presence every day.
Saturday night,
Under the "sunbulb" light.
Alone...
I can feel it in my soul,
But what - I don't know.
Eyes are filled with heavy chrome.
I start to feel that things are going wrong.
Saturday night,
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