It's Monday tomorrow,
So lay your sorrows down
Let dreams of picnics
Go sour, and mould.
Take your clementine
And give it over
To oxygen.
It's Sunday morning,
So let tomorrows drown
Let sands of castles
Stand tall to the cold
Take the ocean shore
And wish it over
To everyone.
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