and you'll see me gray
At the bay I sat down,
not a smile but a frown
Look at me tomorrow,
and you'll see me in sorrow
In my mind a shout,
"Is there any doubt?"
Look at me this instance,
you'll see me in a distance
I'll be sitting here all day,
to see you; I would pray
Look at me later,
and you'll see me as a hater
In my mind I shout,
"When will you come around?"
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