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Morning comes with its dreary woes,
Calling me back from a realm of peace,
So does each day come and go,
And night's respite its comfort shows.

Devils lurk around each corner,
Humans aren't humans any longer,
For all the sincere and upright ones,
The days are like panic mongers.

O my friend! All night long,
I waited for your words and song,
I know what kept you away,
And made you ignore my gong.

I am not weak O my dear pal,
I move, stand straight and tall,
My phone calls you don't answer,
How could you...even you...fall!