On the first day she cried,
The second day she laughed
The third day she sighed,
And the fourth day she cracked
On the fifth day he came,
And held her in his arms
On the sixth he was gone
And with him all her charm
On the seventh day she smiled
The eighth day she raged
The ninth day she yelled at the wind
And the tenth day she aged
On the eleventh day he wrote,
And said he’d come home soon
On the twelfth day he wasn’t there
And she fell in love with the moon
And when the epiphany finally came
He was left behind in the dust
She rose up like a shining star
And he was left in the rain to rust
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