In the Tomorrow’s of Everything
There’s a love to be found
In the friendship of each name
Every period comes around
In their burning inside flame
But friendship is to hold
Be the walking line within
The story of feelings untold
In the tomorrow’s of everything
Yesterdays are in its takes
Playfully past and gone
But the morning again up wakes
To carry the acquaintance on
Everyone has one to build
Keeping the time to fulfill
Their bricks are there to tilled
To rise above the high hill
And then there comes the day
When two and two become struck
And everything comes their way
In holdings and friendship luck
There maybe some other ways
For nothing is like or through
And every rainbow has its grays
That sometimes comes there too
Merry Christmas
Peter
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In the Tomorrow’s of Everything There’s a love to be found In the friendship of each name Every period comes around In their burning inside flame But friendship is to hold Be the walking line within The story of feelings untold In the tomorrow’s of everything Yesterdays are in its takes Playfully past and gone But the morning again up wakes To carry the acquaintance on Everyone has one to build Keeping the time to fulfill Their bricks are there to tilled To rise above the high hill And then there comes the day When two and two become struck And everything comes their way In holdings and friendship luck There maybe some other ways For nothing is like or through And every rainbow has its grays That sometimes comes there too Merry Christmas Peter