The poem of me from yesterday Is not that which I am today In many ways they may resemble But don't be fooled by what I say Look closely at what you hear Listen with more than just an ear The poem of me from yesterday Is not that which I am today You think that you may know me By the words I rhyme and sing You think that you may know me But of me you know not a thing The poem of me I once sang for you Then may have had lyrics true But with each new day the words decay And of that me from then -- I bade adieu
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