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Every day passes to another yet tomorrow
never comes
As the clock of time continues to run, night
passes by in its mystical silence of darkness
we lay and wait for tomorrow, just to wake up again
is to be blessed
AND
you get up to take care of your affairs only to be told
please come back tomorrow
In my haste to judgement I wonder if each day
is just a play that never ends
just another day to borrow
and wrench our soul in sorrow and
wait once again for tomorrow
So it seems tomorrow will never come, I will just
enjoy everyday until the play comes
to an end-maybe tomorrow
