Tomorrow
The days will pass,
As they do,
Autumn gold,
To winter blue.
The seasons change,
From one to three,
And you abandon hope,
Of joining me.
The countdown starts,
The clocks all chime,
For tomorrow there
Will be no time.
So kiss me once,
And fool me twice,
As the clocks reset,
I forgive my vice.
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