You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.

You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.

To-morrow is, ah, whose?

To-morrow is, ah, whose?

Leuconoe, close the book of fate,
For troubles are in store,
. . . .
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Leuconoe, close the book of fate,
For troubles are in store,
. . . .
Live today, tomorrow is not.

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.

After all, tomorrow is another day.

After all, tomorrow is another day.

One today is worth two tomorrows.

One today is worth two tomorrows.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

There is a budding morrow in midnight.

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.

There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to read more

There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to glow,
There's a flower about to blow;
There's a midnight blackness changing
Into gray;
Men of thought and men of action,
Clear the way.