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| No, no! She said; I neither seek nor search but simply wait. Friends new, friends old, gathering memories against a time of need. A few come and hold out hands of friendship gladly taken and I will walk a little way with them, but still I wait. Until in the chaos of daily banter I feel his eyes upon me, and pausing, turn to search the crowd before returning to laughter and the company of friends. But come the day I will look up and see the one who stands and watches me. He will call my name; The answer leap to my lips unbid and I will wait no more. For he will have come to claim his own. The one I waited for. |
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| The One |
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