Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Time’s a thief that moves so slow.
Each second drips like falling rain,
A fleeting echo, a fragile chain.

All our yesterdays, they burn so bright,
Lighting the path to the edge of night.
Out, out, brief candle, your flame won’t stay,
Life’s a shadow that fades away.

Oh, we strut, we fret, we play our part,
A fleeting beat of a fragile heart.
A tale of sound, a tale of fury,
But in the end, it’s lost to memory.
Oh, shadows fall, and time won’t wait,
A fleeting spark, a twist of fate.

Life’s a poor player, a fleeting mime,
Dancing blind on the edge of time.
We shout, we cry, we rage, we sing,
But the echoes fade, leaving nothing.

The stage is set, the lights grow dim,
The curtain falls, and we’re lost within.
A tale told loud, but what remains?
Just whispers carried on the rain.

Oh, we strut, we fret, we play our part,
A fleeting beat of a fragile heart.
A tale of sound, a tale of fury,
But in the end, it’s lost to memory.
Oh, shadows fall, and time won’t wait,
A fleeting spark, a twist of fate.

Dust to dust, ash to ash,
The moments fade, the hours pass.
We chase the light, we grasp the flame,
But in the end, it’s all the same.

Oh, we strut, we fret, we play our part,
A fleeting beat of a fragile heart.
A tale of sound, a tale of fury,
But in the end, it’s lost to memory.
Oh, shadows fall, and time won’t wait,
A fleeting spark, a twist of fate.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace, so slow.
Life’s a shadow, a fleeting flame,
A tale we tell, but forget the name.

Fate… Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow’s

Til deg

Marthe Wang

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