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11:11
I often see the time 11:11 on the clocks
and my mind goes right to you...
I wish you were here
I wish you were home
I wish you were mine
As I sit there alone...
I often see the white lines on wishing rocks
and my mind goes straight to you...
I wish things were certain
wish the future was known
wish for you here beside me
as these feelings have grown...
My mind often wanders as I open up my locks
and it goes down the path to you...
and I wander and I wish
but only time will tell...
I'll keep watching clocks
and wishing on rocks...
But only time will tell...
And it's 11:11...
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Julia Williamson
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