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In this waiting room, dear I submit; is it sincere? Like the rain from above or a notion thereof Lying waiting for love, lying naked Time will tell me two things One invites and the other keeps the world in a jar How's the air there so far? Are you ready to go? Are you staying? You're above what you know So in love maybe so If the foot fits the glove, Then it's meant to be happening From Letras Mania