So misty, rainy, and I'm freezing.
It's seven till I leave...
I miss Jud laugh and Victor's teasing,
They're gone, hard to believe...
They are away, at home. I'm sitting...
I count minutes till...
The time is slow, the time seemes cheating!
But it will pass, it will.
And stuff'll be packed and I'll be leaving,
Mom, dust off my guitar!
I'm coming back, still not believing!!!
Back, a long way from so far...
Seven Till
© Copyright: Evvie Rough, 2002
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