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Shapes of things before my eyes
Just teach me to despise
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
But will it seem the same?
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
Now the trees are almost green
But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
Fall into your passing hands
Please don't destroy these lands
Don't make them desert sands
Soon I hope that I will find
Thoughts deep within my mind
That won't disgrace my kind
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