Sometimes in the symphony of a week
Monday lifts its baton
And nothing happens
It's like the music
Hasn't arrived yet
The audience is getting restless
Waiting a whole night
For Tuesday to show up
With a list of announcements
The music can't make it
Till Thursday and maybe not then
It's saving itself for Sunday
And some child's voice to sing it
That music that was always there
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