The Postman Everyday the same old, same old, Same streets, same roads, The same rickety bike, That has seen a fair share of spite. Before anyone is stirring, Before the Sun is up, Before the Moon is down, He rides, a heavy burden on his shoulder. Where to first? The same as yesterday? Or the same as yesteryear? See how it is, same old, same old.

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