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Tomorrow the sun will rise
And it will be beautiful to see
As the sky brightens to the eye
But it is not meant for me.

Tomorrow the birds will sing
Cheery melodies bright and free
From perches in trees, under the leaves
But it is not meant for me.

Tomorrow the winds will blow cool
A breeze that rustles the willowy tree
That'll lift your hair and caress cheeks
But it is not meant for me.

Tomorrow the flowers will bloom
To the delight of little honeybees
Each boasting its own subtle scent
But it is not meant for me.

Tomorrow your puppy will play
While wagging his tail in glee
He'll freely give a happy wet kiss
But it is not meant for me.

Tomorrow the stars will shine
A heavenly spectacle with no fee
If one falls, it might grant a wish
But it is not meant for me.

Tomorrow a new day begins
Hope is renewed; it is Life's key
So smile and laugh as you greet it
For it is not meant for me.