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Prompt:

Image: a calendar on a candle lit table Title: One Weak in the Dream Music style: spoken word poetry with moody jazz in the background. Lyrics: Sunday is a fun day one day from Monday, and two days from Tuesday. Now Tuesday is a loose day — A do what you choose day. Some of the men say, “Wednesdays a friend’s day, a let’s all pretend day!” Then all the girls say, “Thursday is a hers’ day, a wear a nice purse day.” Oh Friday (it’s a sly day), A why not try day. A let’s all get high day. For the latter day, Well it’s Saturday. The remember what matters day. A climb up a ladder day, An eat of gold platter day. Then start over. It’s bound to be someday. (Better than a none day) Sunday, a fun day one day from Monday . . .

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Description:

The image depicts a cozy scene with a candle lit on a wooden table. A calendar is placed next to the candle, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The table is surrounded by a wooden wall, adding to the rustic charm of the setting. The combination of the candle, calendar, and wooden elements evoke a sense of nostalgia and a connection to the passage of time. The image could be accompanied by a moody jazz soundtrack and spoken word poetry, further enhancing the atmosphere and storytelling.

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Lyrics:

Title: One Weak in the Dream
Tags: Spoken Word, Moody Jazz

Sunday, a fun day, one day from Monday, two days from Tuesday. The calendar turns, but time slips away like smoke from a candle. Tuesday’s a loose day — a do-what-you-choose day. So, some of the men say, “Wednesday's a friend’s day, a let’s all pretend day!” And the girls, they smile, say, “Thursday's a hers’ day, a wear a nice purse day.” Oh, Friday, it’s a sly day — a why-not-try day, a let’s all get high day. But when Saturday rolls in, well, it’s the remember-what-matters day. A climb up the ladder day, an eat-from-a-golden-platter day. Then, we start again, and it's bound to be someday. (Better than a none day.) Sunday, back to a fun day, one day from Monday. Time’s still fleeting, like the flame on this candle, like a story told but never finished. Oh, how we wish we could stay here forever, but the calendar keeps on turning. One weak in the dream, one more week in the stream of life. And the flame keeps flickering, but it never dies. It just waits for the next Sunday. The cycle never ends, it only repeats. One weak in the dream… one weak in the dream…