Weekdays when I work till two
And cannot fathom how time flew
I start realising how magic happens
On Monday nights too
Many complain about Monday blues
How weekends gone, and weekdays run loose
But out of my week, I must say
Life is too short to crop even a day
And cannot fathom how time flew
I start realising how magic happens
On Monday nights too
Many complain about Monday blues
How weekends gone, and weekdays run loose
But out of my week, I must say
Life is too short to crop even a day
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