In the first day of the week
Didn't have to tell you twice
Was the third day that we spoke
In four months of paradise.
Wasn't fine the first five days
Acted nice for about six
In the seventh figured out
Wasn't something I could fix.
In the eight I couldn't tell
If in nine I could forget
And then bring myself together
From the news in April tenth.
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