There is no tomorrow,
We have been through yesterday,
We live in the present
And finally speculate about the future,
Until it’s called today
The future never comes-
Sunrise sometimes never arrives.
The day is divided into two
And the first half is the time we rest-
After sundown we take our nocturnal rests,
In between the time of today, yesterday and tomorrow-
A nation went to the ballot to vote
To close a chapter of yesterday,
It is always ended on a sundown
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