Daily Scenes
The sun shines till the evening lights
Then the night arise, making the moon smile
When the clock points three,
One starts being free
Bringing some rum along with dash
Bitter truths getting at rest
Then the dawn arise, making you realise
That it's just a bad day and nothing more great
Another day is waiting for us in a race
And those morning peeps makes you sleep
The whole day goes in vain
Drowsiness kills till clock turns three
And then everything be as it is
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