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Feels like the more that I change
The harder it rains
'Til my sight is blurred out
And I'm tripping about
Ending up stuck
Right back in the muck
That I thought I'd left behind.
So willfully blind.
And I just washed my feet
In the eternal sleet
That covers all we incomplete
In this land of defeat.
Seems the more that I grow
The further to go
Before I'm out of the snow
My shoes without sole
And I wonder if so too am I.