Now there is sorrow
But sit still for tomorrow,
The footprints meant to follow
Shall show up in the sand.
The sun is shining soon
Goodbye we tell the moon,
Between the morning noon
To shine joy far past land.
Now a heart is hollow
But sit still for tomorrow
When cupid with an arrow
Will hold him in your hand.
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