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a yesterday

there’s nothing for you to find in a yesterday
all it had on show has been seen,
there’s nothing for you to learn from a yesterday
all its pain is sewn into your seams,
there’s nothing for you to hope for in a yesterday
the past should never be a future dream,
there’s nothing that you should fear from a yesterday
all it was and is has already been,

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