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Posted by Bopcha on
I sit here all alone, why doesn't he come home, or even telephone to me?



Or is it my fate, to wait for my mate, will he always be late coming to me?



Dear Lord, as You walk by to gather angels for the sky, I pray that You'll stop by for me.



But then, on second thought, perhaps You 'd better not. for if he does come home, he'd be here all alone



No one to make his bed, to see that he is fed. and hold his weary head close to her heart



Lord, I'll accept my fate, I'll wait, and wait, and wait. if You'll just bring him home, safely to me.

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