I see days gone by as by
Days filled with moaning
With misery trampling joy
A continuous daily battle to
Clear eyeballs glazed by tears
Until a wand came to rescue
Making all morning glorious
Days seen brightly and lovely
Daybreaks made confident by
A grey fete wrapped in misery
Masked in the daily mouthful of gin
Fast-tracking a doomsday deferred.
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