If on the seventh day they rested
Who comes to finish up their work
They could only get so far before
Their idea had to carry on without them
Only once the pillars were in place
And the great doors swung open
Could they relax their singing
Could they stand back and look
Soberly at all the risks they took
And realize what was missing
And long for a new Monday to come
To lift Friday on its shoulders
And wonder waiting to see
What would become of their sun
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