Stolen

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I stole away tomorrow;

That's why it never came.

The people should've come to meet,

Places meant to be.

Hate and pity of it all,

I won't get to see.

Because in place I've left behind.

The bitter taste of grief.

So if today means nothing,

I'll forget yesterday.

And steal away tomorrow.

And rest beneath my pain.

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