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Counting the minutes,
till I see that beautiful face.
When I can hold my baby,
feeling her warm embrace.

Watching the clock,
for when I’ll be back with the one.
The one that makes me smiil,
and has brought me so much fun.

So now I wait,
for the time to pass.
For the moment to come,
when I will be going back home.

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