I cannot remember Yesterday,
He went away.
I asked him what the trouble was,
He would not say;
Just looked at me with a cool kind of conviction,
Wishing things were different,
As he slowly walked away.

Oh! How today bores me!
I can read his mind!
Certainly don't have yesterday's
Charm.
He told me straightforwardly
Oh! He loved me so!
But I told him that it was
Time to go.

Now, Future has a sacred face,
He sneaks and sneaks around.
When I wish to never see his trace,
He lingers for a mile.
He whispers sad tales of mediocrity,
But sometimes makes me dream.

Oh! Where are you Yesterday?
I'm holding out for you.
There's nothing I want more than
You, Yesterday.
All I want is you.

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