Laid in bed I hear the rain

Trickle, gurgle down the drain

Feel it drip into my brain

Dismal, dreary day again

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Open up the curtain wide

Look at all that grey outside

Feeling just the same inside

This day has already died

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Stand and wonder what to do

Write or paint or something new

Anything to stop these blues

Anything except the booze

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Turn and see the crumpled bed

Funny thought flies through my head

One day I will be here dead

Think today I’ll rise instead