Some days are light,
other days are dark,
a few days are grey,
rare days are yellow.
Often we are wading through,
hoping for a better tomorrow,
dreaming about another past,
living each day, day by day.
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Some days are light,
other days are dark,
a few days are grey,
rare days are yellow.
Often we are wading through,
hoping for a better tomorrow,
dreaming about another past,
living each day, day by day.