Tytuł: Friday's dust

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   Friday's dust
  Turned into a Saturday's
  It wasn't meant to be this way
  It wasn't meant to end so late
  
  Friday's trust
  A deal not brokered honestly
  Perhaps it's just a game they played
  Tell me they've not flown away
  
  All the hope and all the wonder
  All the strength that they can muster
  Won't go
  They won't get me down
  
  Their desire
  It seems they've got designs on me
  They never want me honestly
  They try to take me foolishly
  
  All the toys and creature comforts
  All the dreams that they can rupture
  Won't go
  
  Friday's dust takes all the love we own