Oh, mind! Expect thou why
When goings-on go on?
Thou make me woebegone
And leave me high and dry.
Thou might will to carouse,
Recalling times thou basked;
Just sadness thine though casqued
Is moving round like mouse.
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What happens not comes not;
And world this none can stop
Or for that matter pop.
Whims these will sure be wrought.
Allow, observe, let be;
Come thoughts and go quick. See?
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