Nothing luminous everything drab, 

The streets are wet without the cheer of rain

The window plants, too weary to complain,

Droop drearily; a last attempt to grab

Their interest, then fade. We need a girlie dear

Dark hair, blue eyes, to sing a song maybe

To give out kisses and kind words to me,

Or just to be around. She’s far, I fear,

Return to us tomorrow; come not late,

And free us from our melancholic state. 

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