I wait with almost patience but do not
Even in my optimism see
A way to edge away from this dull spot
And find somebody interested in me.
Had you but come I would not now look for
This quite unlikely way to find some pleasure
But I'm not going to stay here anymore
Waiting for you to seek me at your leisure.
If you desire me, then tell me so
Do not assume I will be here forever
Or that by miracles of course I know.
When did you tell me? I can answer: never.
So I'll no longer dance attendance on
You here. Well, in a minute I'll be gone.
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