Integrative Analysis
Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine
When will I rise and tow the drowning line
Long blonde hair
Wicker chair
And
Summer wine
This malaise
The milieu
It won’t be fine
Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine
Dew is rollin by all the time
And
The crow it flies
And
The crow it lies
Dead upon the ground
I hear the sweet sound of Jenny’s laughter
All these pleasant things that we’ve been after
The browning in the sun
The warfare has begun
And
I’m getting on
As the days are growing long
Hours
Our
Hours
For miles
Of stinking pavements
And
dirty shoes
For miles
Of stinking pavements
And
Moody blues
Well now
Which path would you choose
I would ask the crow
He did not respond
He just laid there
And
His bones
They did sow
A recompense of sorts
He found his divination
In these cruel cruel desserts
Ah
Wasted days
Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine
When will I rise and tow the drowning line
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