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As Sure as Salad Stew

I say, the night cannot be day,
and certainly not a year.
I say, for if life has gone astray,
it shall not be endeared.

Some say, as sure as salad stew,
that now shall be good soon;
some say, as sure as pigeons coo,
that good shall soon be doomed.

She said, like a snippet of a dream,
that it was not okay;
she said, like a summer sunset gleam,
that I must quit today.