Into the vigil from hiding
His exile was now almost up
Pockets were teeming with spare change
And his mind was eating it up
He'd savored the peace that he'd had, but
Now he scans the horizon
Waiting for this storm to pass
Always waiting in silence
Just biding his time
And happened on a young lady
Up from the depths of despair
She spoke with a twist on her tongue
And a marvelous look in her eye
She's said
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