there
are three days i know I will be blue
three
days i'll dream of you
and
it does no good to wish these days to end
`cause
the same three days start over again
three
days that i dread to see arrive
three
days that i hate to be alive
three
days filled with tears and sorrow
yesterday,
today, and tomorrow
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