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Fingers Crossed

So I sit, so I lay, so I live fingers crossed.

I wish that I could thaw this frozen passion
I live in hope I might not wait long

A line was drawn, I hope not set in stone
A wall it might be that freezes me
Can I cross it, dare I try

Still I lay fingers crossed
Staring at the space where you should lay

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