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The Crystal Ball
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There's a box I pretend to open
and inside is a crystal ball.
I imagined it would be bigger,
but it seems, well, rather small.
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I'll rub it as I believe it's done
then wait to see what's told.
Perhaps if I stare long enough,
I'll see us both grow old.
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OK, I'm looking now and waiting.
I've done just as I should.
I'm looking for the picture
that proves all's well and good.
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How long am I supposed to wait
for the image I want to see?
The important one I'm yearning for...
the one of you and me.
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Ok, I'll forget about the crystal ball
as no matter what I try.
I'll never see our future,
nor know the reason why.
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