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Tomorrow
Let the frog’s cheering croak
celebrate my renewal tonight
Let it be my song of luck
For tomorrow I will leave
to break free from this cave
and find my fitting place
where sunrise's promise unfold
I'm certain it is there
where the rooster’s prophesy at dawn
is never false
I made a pact with my heart
and sealed it with past lesson’s tears
to never ever listen to the doubtful crowd
My heart is the only valid compass
and I’ll follow its hunches and gut
I’m certain that it’ll lead me to a sunlit place
where my self will thrive and germinate
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