Ohh how I dislike March ,
especially the first week
Ohh how I had some useful plans ,
And some useless thoughts to speak
Ohh how I wanted my life to be ,
Songs- never sung , memories- too bleak
Ohh how I wanted my head upon your chest,
And your peck on my cheek
There is nothing left over,
Over is the streak ..
Ohh how I dislike March,
especially the first week ..
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