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Waiting for tomorrow,
The ashes in her hair,
Reminding of me the winds,
The cool air and lack of tension..
So long ago.
Waiting for tomorrow,
Does the sun rise when your eyes shut,
Do the words still sound the same,
When you're too tired to hear them..
What if tomorrow never comes?
Stuck in the evening of our last day,
Permanent twilight,
Intertwined hands and a nod goodbye,
Waiting for tomorrow,
Is this a dream,
My little angel,
You whisper in my ear,
And I bid it all
Goodbye.