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Yesterday As I sit alone and wonder how we came to be, I know it must be magic a spell cast over me, And although our days have ended locked away in yesterday, My thoughts are of tomorrow and moving on to a new day, I will think of us with good thoughts in the times when I look back, I do not regret a moment for love has taught me that, But now that spell is broken I have awakened from its grasp, Now I can only see tomorrow yesterday is in the past. |
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