I do stuff. So there.
I try to cry for yesterday's sorrow
but can't help thinking of today
for today is yesterday's tomorrow
and tomorrow is forever and a day
and if picked a four leaf clover
would my luck make my wishes come true?
but after this forever is over
I'll only have one more day with you
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