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Tomorrow
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Blah Evening falls on cedars
Closing in on me
Silence finds a new muse to feast on
Until this heartbreak kills me
I tasted blood in wine
Mine, to be exact
I drew a crimson line
Across this false fact
You whispered in my ear
When I carressed your hair
I held you with one certain fear
That tomorrow, you would not be there
Whispering sweet lies to me
As I fell more in love with you
Dooming what is left of me
Til all I can't say is "I love you".
September 15, 2002
