tomorrow will never be
snow me a christmas snow flake
now the warmer days are here to stay
sing me a christmas carol
like on that yesterday
stand me under the street lamp baby
just like we used to do
not like the brightly mushroom cloud
i will never fall out of love with you
always was the last day
for every one in their day
they went we stay to say
he died baby so cry upon my shoulder
for soon every one will synchronise
the last demise of no one left to say
we saw it coming
when we were here it went
now we are all gone and it is bent
that timeline of the gods and of the godless
there is no more to say
so
on these latter days
no time for publications
like it was in the olden ways
say it ~ tweet it ~ NOW my baby
for tomorrow will never be
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