My soul was in cheer,
till you were my dear,
but now I am in fear,
as your parting made me scare.
I abhor to escape,
from your lap,
as it is my soothe,
I don't want to renounce it.
Since you ignored me,
my sunday are sufferings,
my monday are mundane,
my tuesday are terrifying,
my wednesday are weird,
my thursday are treacherous,
my friday are ferocious,
and my saturday are sorrows.
I pray thee,
not to leave me,
otherwise i will remain a live carcass.
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