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Deep inside the pathways turning There their is a man that’s yearning And waiting for the person that’s been on his mind for years He waited there through sleet and shower And waited on beyond the hour And yet no simple sign or emblem did there show. But yet the faithful man he waited Waiting on and yet sedated Feeding of the sanity of his only love And slumber once brought comely vixen Prancing bout the ball room, smitten Demonic Ballerinas whispering “Forget” But no the man he fought for truth And lo the man he sought for Ruth Though he knew she was not coming he would not succumb And time, oh time was not giving The old man growing worn and grey Still there waiting on and onward even as ghostly spectrums grim And what of Ruth that so he sought for That never cared to find her boe The temptress lies unwoken, broken, haunted there forever more