Upon the never-ending veranda, rather problematic to say the least
We’ve been waiting, to hold a sizeable parade all in your honour
Pondering your very next move
Sitting in our wicker-work grooves, anticipating everything, attempting to dread absolutely nothing
When will you take it upon yourself to strut your fair affable stuff
I’m a man with a broken heart

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