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Every Tomorrow

Let me live my life of dreams;
to rid this brow of furrow
I’ll kick the dirt from parted seams,
and throw away the sorrow
The sun will rise on caps of water
I shall be there in the morrow,
to lift my hands up to the Potter
and be thankful for every tomorrow

(2013)

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