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what will tuesday bring

From wayward sand to the fire’s dust
The remains of Christmas blow lane to lane
Tuesday’s remains follow me into Thursday

Broken glass for lunch, where is the blame?
Shallow breathing for dinner, where is the blame?
I am just a stranger passing through…

And the chimes will surely ring this night
The morning will come too soon
For we are all visitors here
And I am just a stranger passing through.