Saturday sun came early one morningIn a sky so clear, clear and blueBut Saturday sun, it came without warningSo no one knew what to doAnd saturday sun brought people and placesThat didn't see much in their dayAnd when I remember these people, these people and placesThey were really, really too good in their way, in their wayAnd saturday sun won't come and see me todayThink about stories with reason and rhymeCircling through, through your brainJust think about, think about peopleIn their season, season and timesJust returning again and againSo Sunday sat in Saturday sunAnd wait for a day gone by
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