Today is not the 10th this year at all,
I've missed a day, and now old David's gone,
I hear him in the distance with his call,
To arms against the way the sun has shone.
No songs, no interviews and no more jokes
No dancing on the stage in different suits
No talking to yourself and other blokes
About the different colour of your boots.
It's raining here on earth this very day
I walked up to the shop to buy some bread
I thought about you on my rainy way,
And noticed that I hadn't sonneted
So final and so finished and so done,
The work we do while we are in the sun.
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