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Its Friday, and a long week ends, And a lovely weekend begins, The rain has stopped coming down, And there is sunshine all around, The sky is bright and shining too - “So why do I feel so very blue?” There are too many things to do in my life, And I really just don’t have the time To do the things that I need to get done So I can play out in the sun. I am feeling overwhelmed And I could really use some help. But I know no matter what happens I will never shake this depression. It lives forever in my soul Where it’s taken root and been let grow So let it grow, I really don’t care I could have a worse life I’m sure. Its Friday, and a weekend starts Full of sorrow in my heart of hearts. In a sky of blue the sun will shine, But I can’t see it for I am blind To the beauty that is all around, I look down and stare at the ground. Its Friday, and my heart does weep For those I love who are asleep. Oh, how I long to follow them My heart keeps asking the question “When?” “Why am I left here all alone When those I love have already gone?”
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