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A Hard Day's Night
I am a captive of these chores,
Clean dirt from windows, walls and floors.
Clothes washed to remove all the dirt,
Even the lipstick on his shirt.
There's no time to check if its mine.
Washing is done, dirt came out fine.
"A hard day's night", and when I die.
They'll throw dirt on me, where I lie.
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