Some of the lines I gave you
Sadly were not mine for the giving
Some of the rhymes I made you
Simply weren't designed for the living
Some of the time I saved you
Has withered away and died
There used to be smiles between us
Pastures of green and plenty
Now there are miles between us
Oh how my world grows empty
Looking through windowed evenings
That's when I wither away and die
Oh how this winter can leave me cold
My latest flower is growing old
Saturday leads to Sunday
Monday's a week beginning
Tuesday's a bridge to Wednesday
Thursday's a library evening
Friday's weekend starter
That's when I wither away and die
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