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Waiting, waiting
WAITING, waiting. 'Tis so far
 To the day that is to come:
 One by one the days that are
 All to tell their countless sum;
 Each to dawn and each to die”
 What so far as by and by?

Waiting, waiting. 'Tis not ours,
 This to-day that flies so fast:
 Let them go, the shadowy hours,
 Floating, floated, into Past.
 Our day wears to-morrow's sky”
 What so near as by and by?
by Augusta Davies

With Ryan Aspe and Christine Valderosa
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