Monday Time (A Lyric)

P Peter S. Quinn Peter S. Quinn
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Everything moves on eternally, Or until everything's forgotten; I feel memories inside of me, Feelings of love and rotten. Monday time, oh Monday time, Quietly comes and goes; Into the night leaves past prime, Where to? - Nobody knows. Endlessly pouring down the rain, Clouds that are dark and lonely; Silences dwell much with my pain, My heart was meant for you only. Is there no end to sorrows inside? Can't I forget to trust each desire? Just like the clouds, yes I have cried When love extinguished its fire. Monday time, oh Monday time, Quietly comes and goes; Into the night leaves past prime, Where to? - Nobody knows Everything moves, there's no return, Only what is left of memories; Up in flames in the end it'll burn, Wishes of desires nobody sees. Is there no end to sorrows inside? Can't I forget to trust each desire? Just like the clouds, yes I have cried When love extinguished its fire.

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