Monday comes when it is supposed to come,
it comes always right after Sunday's done.
Tuesday holds its breath, what will Monday be?
Monday hasn't failed, ever. Monday comes.
Monday may come before we are ready.
Too soon sometimes like unexpected day.
Then Monday comes, often at a bad time,
which always means that Sunday has to end.
Monday never comes while we are waiting
for something really nice, that's how it seems.
Then when Monday comes, short will be our day.
I hope to see you soon, when Monday comes?
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