Thy mind just restless, broods upon the past;
About the things existing not, it thinks,
forgets the past with present has no links,
and frets about the matters moving fast.
Can what is lost be gained at any cost?
If not, would you tell mind yours not to mind?
And what has happened must be left behind?
It’s gone with wind; Remember: Past is past.
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Wherefrom do you get those thoughts, you must state.
And all the mind reminds itself be known,
for they may help protect from all unknown;
Thus keeping you content at any rate.
If need be, make a call, so I may say:
About time now you kept some thoughts at bay!
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