When we decide

To choose our side

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Every quiet moment in our lives

Becomes our oxygen; hope revives

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Yet there always seems to be the time

To recognize the sun still rises on a dime

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Always a concern

Cheesy term

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Try not to worry this way

Tomorrow’s a new day

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When the moon appears in the eastern sky

Pretty strong indication the day is nigh

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Last time I tried

I was rather tied

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To the clocks weighted ally

That’s our sanity we call reality

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Oh, if only there was that twenty fifth hour

A complete day might a new dawn flower

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For it is true

I am still blue

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Knowing the work ahead

As each night I soon dread

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When in the middle of decisions on the day

We might always wish for simply another way.