Baby the weeks speed ahead
While the days creep behind
They will never catch up
I would have compared
A puma to a hare
Or a snail to these turtle nights
What kind of friend
Can a month be or a year
That every day ends
And you are still not here
Perhaps I sent too brief
Directions or you've taken
The wrong train how long can I
Exist on just the speaking your name
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