It will ne'er be my time,
Of course, as I say that I know it's false,
Or at least it's a lie,
'Cause if I knew what happened tomorrow,
I'd not be writing this,
Though, maybe I'd learn I can only do,
What in my heart I know brings my true bliss,
And that it will take care of me one day,
Though I am no seer,
But in which I've such faith I do not lie,
When I say that it's near,
For the future's
Never without a past,
E'n on my death bed I'll probably say,
I'll soon get my recognition at last.
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