Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end. What is there to be or do? What's become of me or you?
Pity the poor creatures in warmer countries where the seasons never change.Where summer is eternal and they never know the pain of waiting and the joy at last when summer comes.
Prompt me,God, But not yet.When I speak Though it be you who speak Through me, something is lost. The meaning is the waiting.
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