Sun is about to set
I wait
in anticipation
Its two hours now
tea has paled
pistacho, walnuts
have lost their taste
I mince my words
that hurt your soul
I hope your moods change
I wait
in anticipation
Its two hours now
tea has paled
pistacho, walnuts
have lost their taste
I mince my words
that hurt your soul
I hope your moods change
Do come around
to sip the last
drops of
cold tea
Lets start all over again
to sip the last
drops of
cold tea
Lets start all over again
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