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         I get done at 11.

        We can both be in heaven.

        Young will be the night.

       Bright will be the stars and the moon.

    I can see you soon.

     We can talk.  We can walk.

    I'm through at 11.  It's true.

    We'll no longer be blue.

    Away from the job, we run.

  We can have fun until we see the sun.

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