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  I get out of bed, all these thoughts going

round and round inside my head.

  So good to know, I have the whole day to play.

  See, I have the whole day in front of me.

   Nothing I have to get done.  This will be fun.

  Nothing I have to do.  Yes, it's true.

Where should I go?  What should I do?

  

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