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If I could tell you what I see
Without fearing reprecussions,
I would tell you that
The one you pine for, the one you believe
Doesn't see you that way,
He doesn't just want to be friends.
He's only waiting until he finishes
What he's started,
Before he begins something else.
He'll tell you how he feels soon enough,
And you will have the children you long for...
In a little town in Illinois
You'll find the happiness you desire.
And the end you resist so strongly
Is not coming nearly as quickly as you fear
Nor half so painfully as you dread.
But I don't suppose you'd believe me
Even if I dared to speak.

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene