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Tomorrow.
And in the presence of tomorrow I hear your calling.
You tell me to dream and to glaze at the stars I have created. But you've stopped reaching.
The twinkles and echoes of laughter.
You tell me to run, run through the storm, the wind, the desert. But you're tired, you're stuck.
The happiness you once felt.
You tell me to breathe.
But you're breathless.
The love you once shared.
You tell me to remember, the good old days, take me there once more. Remember the bad old days. Look. We made it. You've forgotten.
Sorrow, sorry stains, you've cleansed them with your faith.... In me.
Why let's try again.
You and me.
Until the end.