Wednesday morning dew falls The birds
are waking Sun rises in the sky The
day's breaking
The wheels begin to cry This is not
much time for me Be in face with another
day I'm not sure I can make it
Adjusting on my way To do the things
I do everyday So many things to think Not
one thing to say
There's just one thing that's new That's
Wednesday morning's dew Be in face with
another day I'm not sure I can make it
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