Seven Days until the day,
That day of days to bring dismay,
So soon shall come and pass away,
And I shall cry for it to stay,
Then patiently I'll sit and wait,
For the circle it shall sometime make,
And pass me by until I shake,
To reallize it was all so fake,
And sit and dread the day to fade,
When I wish that it was never made,
And hate that he could not have stayed,
And why it can't be mine I prayed,
When after love was left and weighed,
I still the price would have somehow paid,
And curse the thought of how I laid,
To allow this precious day to waste.
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