AT TEN AT NIGHT
The clock chimes on
Now you are gone
It ticks away
Onto another day
No crying for me
It must not be
A tear slipped through
Because of you
Can't be the way
You want me to stay
Without venting
Soft relenting
You're my man
I hold your hand
Your ring I wear
I'm alone, you're there.
12/30/2205 cj
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