my thoughts

About me

My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away
My dreams, my thoughts
They all just seemed to come to nought
I find each day has its own little story
Each waking hour its own little glory
The pages say that my soul has been borrowed
The night time calls to my aching,
Tomorrow never comes
My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away
My dreams, my thoughts
They all just seemed to come to nought
My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away

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