Today was here, a little like tomorrow
Still, it never came, blowing through
a wind that never came, a name that never knew.
A sequence of things that never will be.
Tomorrow never knows what it was supposed to say
nor did we go about it in the right way
Where did it go? That feeling we had the other day
Somebody must have wrapped it up
and mailed it away.
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