I'm standing here, in front of the dark house. Any minute now, I know how much time has passed. I see a light come on, and now it's gone. I guess my imagination gets ahead of me sometimes. Will you ever be here with me? Are you willing like I am to see the lights again? How can I just assume that you'll want to be here soon? I'm waiting here for you at the dark house. How many minutes ago did you say you'd be here? I want to wait some more, but I'm foolish to stay here all night. I think I'll wait some more, but I think you might have lost the address. I take another look at the dark house. I see myself doing all I wanted. I want you to be here looking with me now at this dark house.
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