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When tomorrow comes I won’t be counting the woes of yesterday, no. I’ll lay aside the garment of fear and dance to the whistles of opportunity. When tomorrow comes I won’t cower in the light of knowledge, no. I’ll sieve my thoughts with the rain of truth and say yes to who I truly am. When tomorrow comes I’ll drink with gratitude the wine of my victories. I’ll set the sail of my dreams again and tell the storm I’m unafraid of its fury. When tomorrow comes, today it becomes. So, my tomorrow is todaytomorrow


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