Tomorrow
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Sandra Feldman
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All green will wilt,
All lives will tilt,
And where is our Tomorrow?
A spec of joy, a silent smile,
And many days of sorrow.
All green will wilt,
Not without guilt,
For Time we cannot borrow,
The lonely Flower on the hill,
The wind of Time will surely kill,
We're here today,
But, will be gone, Tomorrow.
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