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To all Tomorrows Parties...
And what costume shall the poor girl wear. To all tomorrows parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where.
To all tomorrows parties.
And where will she go and what shall she do,
When midnight comes around,
Shell turn once more to sundays clown,
And cry behind the door.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
Why silks and linens of yesterdays gowns.
To all tomorrows parties.
And what will she do with thursdays rags,
When monday comes around
Shell turn once more to sundays clown
And cry behind the door.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
For thursdays child is sundays clown
For whom none will go mourning.
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks a costume,
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrows parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where.
To all tomorrows parties.
And where will she go and what shall she do,
When midnight comes around,
Shell turn once more to sundays clown,
And cry behind the door.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
Why silks and linens of yesterdays gowns.
To all tomorrows parties.
And what will she do with thursdays rags,
When monday comes around
Shell turn once more to sundays clown
And cry behind the door.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
For thursdays child is sundays clown
For whom none will go mourning.
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks a costume,
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrows parties
***So think about the poor GIRL,before you go for tomorrows party, for we are blessed with every good thing's in life & yet we complain.
Thank you.
Francis Daniel (Bahrain).
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