Ask me about tomorrow
The days of no sorrow
Happiness erupt like volcano
Our worries become zero
Our past make us hero
Though our way is narrow
Just as wide as pin hole
But full of tantalizing hope
Ho! Tomorrow
Full of tour like hedophile
Adventure and voyage
Money flows like surf of ocean
Please come tomorrow
And listen to sweet history
From ugly memories
Of tattered present day and old
With Banes as huge as pole
See you tomorrow
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