| Advance three paces forward and slip three paces back
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| There are words to be forgotten and statements to retract
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| For each and every action, there’s one to counteract
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| Rendered useless, futile strivings, all for naught
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| Exact a small emolument, it never will be paid
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| Construct a flawless argument, it will not win the day
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| Erect a concrete monument, and it will wash away
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| Fruitless labors, wasted hours, down the drain
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| There are roads to be eroded and slates to be erased
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| Buildings to demolish, reputations to disgrace
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| Why was I surprised at my unlucky star’s rebound
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| I once was found, but now I am lost and wound up in a lost-and-found
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| The wind will blow down windmills, unbending truths will bend
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| Abide by words of wisdom, yet meet a foolish end
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| A trial by trial-and-error, now start all over again
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| All for nothing, goose-egg zero, all in vain
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| But still I have the comfort of knowing when I die
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| That I will be among the choirs of angels up on high
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| Gently hovering o’er a cloud, I’ll sing euphoniously
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| And strum upon a golden harp for all of eternity |
| A font of healing waters will soon become impure
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| A life of noble struggle will soon become obscure
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| Whatever your endeavor, it will yet be undone
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| Fruitless labors, fruitless efforts, fruitless toil
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| But still one must take courage, despair one must resist
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| For only for so long inclement weather can persist
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| Partly sunny, fair and mild, I heard the radio say
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| I’ll call upon my fair-weather friends and fritter the day away |