At the end of the day it was gray
Saying goodbye to yellow and blue
At the end of the day I began to pray
To be happy and shout with glee
At the end of the day I walk
Going home while I began to talk
Talking about my entire day
Describing it like black and gray
At the end of the day I pause
Waiting for someone to toss
This circle of time I whip
The end of the day will flip
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