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Monday
Start of my holiday
Freedom for just one week
Feels good to get away
Tuesday
sow her down on the beach
I stood and watched a while
She looked and smiled at me
Wednesday
I didn't see her
I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow
And then on Thrusday
My luck had changed
She stood there all alone
I went and asked her name
I never thought, that this could happen to me
In only seven days
It would take a hundred or more
For memory to fade
I whish Friday
Would last forever
I held her close to me
I couldn't bear to leave her there
Saturday
Just twenty-four hours
oh no
I'm going back home on Sunday
Oh so sad
alone.
