Where has my tomorrow gone, And what has happened to today, Silent is the telephone, Alone I ply my destined way.
Yesterday is but a dream The future too far to contemplate, My life a leaf on fate's swift stream, The present already is too late.
So I shall live the moment through Nor count the hours passing by, And all my thoughts shall be of you Each second live but live to die
To all the past, for I must be Other than what now I see.
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