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<blockquote data-quote="Bhryn" data-source="post: 2867900" data-attributes="member: 36462">TomorrowAsk me not to show youThe bloom of the sunIn the dying embers.Nor to show you whereThe stars fade into foreverOn the far flung horizon.I cannot give youThe dreams I once heldAnd let slip through my fingersNor pass along softlyThe tears I shedOver the gone and lost.Ask not of meWhere I will be tomorrowOr even the day afterNever ask me ifI could open the doorTo let you in.Speak not the secretsOf my broken heartTo the entire worldAnd I'll not askOf you a single thingIn this life, or the next.But ask me againTo walk with you tomorrowAnd always tomorrow;I would say thatI could walk with youAnd spot the constellationsAnd their nightly tracesOn the vigilant skyWith me at your side.The cold air blowingThe night recalls meAnd this feeling.Ask not of meTo be there when the skyIs falling downFor I will already beThere with the skyUpon my unbent shoulders.Ask nothing of meThat I would not giveTo you in a heartbeatAnd always askOf me, that I walk with youTomorrow. Always tomorrow.B xxxx</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Bhryn, post: 2867900, member: 36462"] [b]Tomorrow[/b] Ask me not to show you The bloom of the sun In the dying embers. Nor to show you where The stars fade into forever On the far flung horizon. I cannot give you The dreams I once held And let slip through my fingers Nor pass along softly The tears I shed Over the gone and lost. Ask not of me Where I will be tomorrow Or even the day after Never ask me if I could open the door To let you in. Speak not the secrets Of my broken heart To the entire world And I'll not ask Of you a single thing In this life, or the next. But ask me again To walk with you tomorrow And always tomorrow; I would say that I could walk with you And spot the constellations And their nightly traces On the vigilant sky With me at your side. The cold air blowing The night recalls me And this feeling. Ask not of me To be there when the sky Is falling down For I will already be There with the sky Upon my unbent shoulders. Ask nothing of me That I would not give To you in a heartbeat And always ask Of me, that I walk with you Tomorrow. Always tomorrow. B xxxx [/QUOTE]

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