Talk of yesterday and she will show her
brothers photographed in kalised clothes.
Say tomorrow and she 'll say come find me, on a beach and there will be no moon.
But say today and she will kiss your face and maybe forgive.
Talk of yesterday like bargain shoestring, she will kick the car and find her friends.
Say tomorrow and she'll describe some old communion cups and someones coat.
But say today and she may look your way and lead you home.
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