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Look at all this space
Look at all these wishes
Look with more than just your eyes
You could almost feel the kisses

Kisses I blew out, waiting
Drifting with hope held lifted
A fool and his youthful heart song
Never complete, never wasted

Look at all this space
Look at all this yearning
Look at these jobless hands
Busy with the life and a living

Busy collecting scars and stories
For a day when the old soul hungers
As the clocks slow their counting
As wedding bands lose their lustre