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Here I sit, I see it all, In the depths, Of my crystal ball.
Your life unfolds, Before my eyes, All your hellos, And all your goodbyes.
I look for me, Don't see a thing, Can't tell what, My future will bring.
Remember this, When you ask of me, What in your future, Do I see.
This future mine, It is so grey, Like you I wait, For love someday.
So think on this, When I tell you all, My future's in, Your crystal ball. |
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