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SUNDAY
Sunday is so lonely,
Sunday is so cold.
Saturday,i'm young again,
But Sunday,I grow old.
Monday is so boring,
Tuesday is so strange.
By Wednesday,i'm just wishing
For my luck to change.
Thursday,all hope is gone,
Friday,it comes back.
Saturday,i reminisce
Of my childhood past.
But Sunday's a new beginning,
And Sunday's another end,
So i guess i'll have to make it through
Another week again.
But someday,i won't be lonely,
And someday,i won't be cold.
And,someday,i'll be young again,
Never growing old.
And someday,i'll be happy,
And someday,i'll be free.
And someday i will have the strength
Just to face another week.
