Sunday sat in the Saturday sun and wept for a day gone by

Sunday sat in the Saturday sun and wept for a day gone by.

Saturday sun brought people and faces
That didn't seem much in their day
But when I remember those people and places
They were really too good in their way.

Think about stories with reason and rhyme
Cycling through your brain
And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again.

Please, give me a second grace
Please, give me a second face
I've fallen far down
The first time around
Now I just sit down on the ground in your way.

Now if it's time for recompense for what's done
Come, come sit down on the fence in the sun
And the clouds will roll by
And we'll never deny
It's really too hard for to fly.

Please, tell me your second name
Please, play me your second game
I've fallen so far
For the people you are
I just need your star for a day.

So come, come ride in my street car by the bay
For now, I must know how fine you are in your way
And the sea sure as I
But she won't need to cry
For it's really too hard for to cry.

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That's all there is and there isn't any more.

What a ride thanks op

I liked it.