Five sevens and a nine,
Bring us to a point in time,
Where the clocks they chime,
And I have your hand in mine.
So leave me not now here forever,
As for your heart I do endeavour,
It matters not to me whatever,
As long as there's you and I together.
It's for you so long I've sought,
Against my better-nature fought,
I've had my heart-strings wrung out taut,
And my mind with you consumed in thought.
So when five sevens and a nine,
Bring us to a point in time,
When the clocks they chime,
And I have your hand in mine,
Promise me this: that you'll be there for me,
That you won't leave me there, alone an lonely.
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