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The week slips off like worn-out shoes,
The weekend's here with all its blues.
No more clocks, no tasks, no rules—
Just quiet mornings, calm and cool.
No more deadlines, no more stress,
Cozy beds and so much rest.
Coffee sips and pillow fights,
Late-night talks and soft moonlight.
Saturday, we have to play,
Sunday’s gonna be a Funday.
We’ve worked so hard, now here it is
A weekend full of endless bliss.
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