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And the phone never rings, day after day
The waiting could drive one man's sane thoughts away
For all of the work that is still left unheard
Not a letter or phone call or one single word
And the phone never rings and the days rush by
Somehow and someway the hope stays alive
That someday and sometime, someone will find
The things that I've labored on inside my mind
And the phone never rings and day turns to night
Short though the nights may have been
And the phone never rings and the fat lady sings
A goodbye as a new day begins
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