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on a day like today again tomorrow not a care in the world vulture in tree waits out a child i see my love your hands are trembling on a day like today again tomorrow not a care in the world the man in the street without his sense of timing i see my love you grow restless on a day like today again tomorrow not a care in the world love is all comes down to rumor I see my love you are frightened and from such meager beginnings come lengthy explanations pie in the sky makes for fat no more than... Sign in to see full entry.