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Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the common cliché
in the mouth of a fool
He skips and talks away the task of the day
In the hope that his time will be reallocated again

Tomorrow was dancing in the dark
Planning the adventure of the mind
The clock was set and the date was fixed
Then today told tomorrow goodbye

Tomorrow is just in the mind
It smells as good as a beautiful fragrance
when you consider the laziness of your body
and build it a castle to rest

You do not know the tears it will bring
The unspoken word kept to surprise tomorrow
Till she comes with a bleeding heart
For the tongue is without saliva to speak

Make hay while the sun shines
Fasten your seat belt
Face the mission squarely
Tomorrow is the day of no man

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