Seldom do I write these songs of sorrow
Oh! How I long for tomorrow...
Yester' eves were the thoughts, thought to be comforting
But only to find them, leave one with wanting
To question would increase my plight
But to not, would only grow my heart faint
Would this sadness ever end?
Would my troubles ever cease?
To never sorrow about today nor long for tomorrow
Wouldn't that be a good moral!?
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