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All yesterdays I lived through
Gone for the mean today
Where nothing I can do
To make it slip away
There’s no room for tomorrow
Cause each and every day
I have a chance to borrow
Is got to be today
It starts with morning you can take
For evening, so blind grey
It is, and night for goodness sake
Continues the same way
A calendar don’t mean a thing
Today is wide and deep
No changes my today can bring
It’s like a Mobius strip
Goes round again, and there you are
Exactly where you’ve been
The day before, as calendar
Tells numbers you have seen
The exit door that leads away
I see in morning dreams
I’m sick to death of this old day
With all the sense it means
I see the same headlines again
In multiplied galore 
Same lies and rants of the insane
I've read long time before
Or was it just the other day
I saw last year's news 
Whatever happens is today
Regardless what you'd choose
A crowd actor in the play
Whose author is unknown
I live this life within today
That never can be gone.

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