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The year somehow had passed;
a fortnight and a day more to go
in the final countdown of your arrival.
though the setting sun had risen,
and the rising sun had set;
The waiting albeit had been long;
The time is here for you to come;
come to the place where you belong
our home wherein we are to make,
our promises therein, we are to cherish,
The journey of life herein we are to tread,
The togetherness that will lead on.
The countdown eases my waiting;
The sacrifice a year has cost,
The faith the year has not diminished,
Though the year for me had been tough
and the paths without you so rough.
yet my solemn swearings are still strong
my conscience for you is still clear
you are being waited, my dear
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