Waiting waiting an hour passed by
Steadily keys clicking clacking
Hands trembling clutching white paper
A lone figure the black sheep of them all
Sits back straight wandering eyes in fright
Steadily keys clicking clacking
Hands trembling clutching white paper
A lone figure the black sheep of them all
Sits back straight wandering eyes in fright
Waiting for a person not known
Their small talk seemed too long
Sigh of relief afterwards
Bringing face a big bright smile.
Their small talk seemed too long
Sigh of relief afterwards
Bringing face a big bright smile.
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