tommorow
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Pressed with 1000s of thoughts
Thought tilting me down
What about tomorrow
Those voices kept singing
The present alarming the future
The colourful butterfly kept fly
When would I grab one?
Yesterday is gone my dear friend,
it has already come to an end.
With all its blunders and its tears,
follies,defeats and other fears.
The endless tears you may have wept,
