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[Jan. 20th, 2013|12:57 pm] |
He promised he'd return tomorrow.
And I wrote everywhere on my floor:
"Tomorrow."
The morning broke, when they all asked:
Now tell us, when will your "Tomorrow" come?
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, where are you?
I cried and cried, but my Tomorrow never returned!
Vidyapati says: O listen, dear!
Your Tomorrow became a today
with other women. |
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