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Evenings and Days

There’s nothing one can do,

If you are tired of being you,

Waiting in the evenings,

For the stars to shine and blink.

The songs by your side,

Singing what you feel,

Why no one else believes,

The sudden melancholy?

Wondering if the writer too,

Felt all the pain one day,

Which is why you listen to it,

On sad evenings and days.

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