I feel the breeze
The light is on
I hear her leave
Out on the path
Between here, and there
His raucous voice
Her wanton stare
I sit and wait
And wonder why
She’s on a date
My turn to cry
I wished them well
What else to do
Just as with bagatelle
I’ve rolled on through
I see the river
I cross the bridge
My flow continues
I climb the ridge
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