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Hand in hand down the street
Two lovers, talking sweet Twinkling eyes as they meet When will it be my turn? On a bench the lovers stop Take a seat, glances swap Gleaming faces as hearts flop When will it be my turn? The couple shares a loving kiss Idle moment, full of bliss Smiling again as they dismiss When will it be my turn? I want someone for whom to care But I'm alone standing there Wishing now as I stare When will it be my turn?
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