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               It is nights straight now.

               It is not a delight.

               It makes me say wow.

               It is something I really hate.



                I am looking for you.  OO.



                The time got late, and the lights go low.

               My heart was beating at a fast rate.

            I wondered where you did go.

            I wondered if you were hid.

            I did not see you.

            I cried boo hoo.



                I am looking for you.  OO.



               You cannot be found.

               You have not been around.

              You, with your joyous, fun, sound.

          Your flight.  

          You, really, really, really, gave me a fright.

             You, there was not a sight.

            It was not a delight.

              

               I am looking for you.  OO.



            As the sun does set.

         As the light gets low.

         I call, "Are you there?" and you say, "No."

      No, this is not a delight.

         You, I have failed to catch in my net.  

          You see, me am beginning to get up wound in worry.

        Please come back and hurry.

     It is a feeling of missing you that is not great.

     It is a feeling of missing you that I really hate.

              

               I am looking for you.  OO.

              

       It is not a matter of being late for a date.

    It is a matter of not being there at all to get the call.

    I am going to bawl.  

    My heart has been hit by a wrecking ball.

    It is worse than shopping at a crowded mall.

  

               I am looking for you.  OO.

               I am looking for you.  OO.