I just sit here quietly thinking of those days
Which, brought the old memories of those Fridays
Sometimes on those busy days
Even though had million things to think on your ways
What I do now is just waiting for the end of weekdays
To sing a song that you haven't heard from me on that day!
Yet I remember that wicked Wednesday
I just sit here quietly with a rampage in my mind
There is a melody which I listen in this wind.
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