It is one to midnight, and I stand here waiting in the front yard. I keep an eye on cars headed south, but none of them is yours. I wait alone with the faintest stroke of hope that I will hear the rumble of the tires of your car on the pavement and I will see you park in front of my house. Then I will walk down to meet you, I will grab you by the
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Don't cry...
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