Tomorrow comes, tomorrow goes...
Yesterday came, yesterday went...
Keep in your hand petals of roses
And try find out what was sent.
So what was sent to you and why?
For joy, for change and what's a sense?
So happens it was sent for cry,
All these your dreams was coming whence?
It is nonsense, throw out roses,
You don't need false and don't need rent!
Yesterday went, tomorrow goes,
Tomorrow goes, yesterday went...
Tomorrow goes, yesterday went
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