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Make up your mind dear,
We don't have time to lose,
If I haven't made it crystal clear
It's because neither of us can decide
How best our time to use.
I know not how you feel;
So much is left up in the air
I'm starting to wonder
When these games will end
And we'll both be honest
And to our feelings tend
About whether or not we care.
You see, I've waited this long,
With heavy a heart and
Hardly a hindrance of hope,
That since I've been there,
If not from the very beginning,
Then to the fringed ends of this rope.
And I'll let you know now
That I will be there
To do what no one else has done.
Those very same heartstrings
No one thought to repair
I'll mend and make sing
What you've long wanted sung,
And make sure that no other can ever compare.
