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Shapes of things before my eyesJust teach me to despiseWill time make man more wiseHere within my lonely frameMy eyes just hurt my brainBut will it seem the same(Come tomorrow), will I be older(Come tomorrow), maybe a soldier(Come tomorrow), may I be bolder than todayNow the trees are almost greenBut will they still be seenWhen time and tide have beenBoy into your passing handsPlease don't destroy these landDon't make them desert sands(Come tomorrow), will I be older(Come tomorrow), maybe a soldier(Come tomorrow), may I be bolder than todaySoon I hope that I will findA seed within my mind
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