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Tomorrow

  • Darkness afore Dawn,

    Phantom shadows yet haunt.

    Echoes thought gone

    Frail of voice, a waif’s cry.

    What promise denied,

    That today might become

    While tomorrow a yesterday yet reborn?

     

    Blindness of thralls

    False Tsar did fail

    People arose

    Casting off fake crown

    Spoke to the future

    Tomorrow,  no longer the past.

     

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