I would like you to smile again,
To laugh and be at ease.
To come and go about your day
Without a job to please.
To pleasse me and be yourself,
Would sweeten my drab life,
To see you home again at night,
And be my own dear wife.
The endless pressures of the day,
Rob each of the other,
Now we hqve no time to play
Or even talk to one another.
The burdens that are placed on us
Play hazard with our lives.
No one cares how hard we toil
Or how it affects our sighs.
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