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so it is finitely sunday again
killed the time to be at rest
being with you seems as long as a year
for a little while i am so blessed

why isn’t monday or friday like sunday
why do i taste them in different ways

here and now is the festive date of week
moving moment in
time to dream away and hear you speak
i cause the sunday to spin


so you will finitely move me for day’s
on this holy sunday afternoon
time and tide tarry no man
i hope to hear from you soon

here and now is the festive date of week
moving moment in
time to dream away and hear you speak
i cause the sunday to spin


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