"Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time, I waited half my life away. There were lots of invitations and I know you sent me some, but I was waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. I know you really loved me. but, you see, my hands were tied. I know it must have hurt you, it must have hurt your pride to have to stand beneath my window with your bugle and your drum, and me I'm up there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. ............................................................. Nothing left to do ...
When you've fallen on the highway and you're lying in the rain, and they ask you how you're doing of course you'll say you can't complain -- If you're squeezed for information, that's when you've got to play it dumb: You just say you're out there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. "
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Almost to beautiful to look at...the snow looks soft...delecate, as if I were to touch it, every drop would fall onto a new blanket, along with the branches that hide underneath...
This is beautiful! the scene looks so wild and unbeaten, and the snow looks so soft Good choice on the poem, it was fantastic! Job very well done and thank you for the faves
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