Sunlight's been chipper.
Hold that head up
way high in the sky.
You have something going on.
That paper airplane has been thrown,
and it isn't coming back;
just forward, just forward
like the young man struts.
Bells are ringing
no pain, no pain.
Just the river rippling it's blue wrinkles.
See the day as today is,
for tomorrow seems to shine.
For tomorrow is mine.
Yesterday is gone,
But tomorrow is mine, so mine.
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