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Tuesday

One year like any old other year in a week like any week

Monday lying down, half asleep

People doing what people do, loving, working and getting through

No portraits on the walls of Seventh Avenue

Then Tuesday came and went like a helicopter overhead

The letter that she left, cold addressed in red

Tuesday came and went one, one September when

Will she come again?

The thing about memories they're sure and bound to fade

Except for the stolen souls, left upon her blade

Is Monday coming back? Well, that's what Mondays do

They turn and turn around afraid to see it through

Tuesday came and went like a helicopter overhead

The letter that she left, cold addressed in red

Tuesday came and went one, one September when

Will she come again?

Tuesday came and went one, one September when

Cold and dressed in red, how could I forget?

Tuesday came and went like a helicopter overhead

Will she come again?

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