Things
Aren't these things so funny
From heaven we walk as our eyes are running
Things that can never be figured out
We're even guilty of resolving to pout
Things which pull your mind through your ears
Harshness makes us wise even in younger years
Things which leave hearts as gloomy as Autumn
Cause even the modest mouse to rise from the bottom
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