Tomorrow is flexible
Like a circus girl
Sometimes its beginning
Will join its end
Sometimes the whole world
Will separate them apart
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Yesterday is still here
Painted in crimson
Burning with shame
The longer we look at it
The more it will burn
Without ending
A burning thorn-bush
In the desert of time
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And I was left here
Between yesterday and tomorrow
Abandoned visitor
Wandering in present time
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