My Future
My future has a funny name
It sounds like Good Morning
She cares about to look the same
And takes away my yearning
I am a man of working glass
I drink to fill the time
Between the future and the past
And it works out fine
Then comes Good Evening, dressed in blue
She is my past time lady
All through the day I thought of you
But darkness grows too shady
My eyes get dim as fades the light
It’s time for lullaby
But as you've gone, it can’t sound right
So wouldn’t worth a try.
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