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An Hour Until Midnight


Sadie,

 

It is an hour until midnight

Our day is almost gone

We don’t discuss it

But we both know the clock is ticking on

 

This end is not abrupt

We have known it would occur

I guess we got distracted from the fun

that our day had in store

 

When we met at dawn

I was so delighted

We spent our day laughing, playing

I see now that I was so nearsighted

 

But now it is late

There is not much left to go

We sit in silence

It is almost time to go home

 

Our departure is not by choice

If so, we’d choose to stay

We would enjoy our company

And enjoy our merry day

 

But it is an hour until midnight

Our day is almost gone

And once again we will feel

the feelings of being alone 

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