Plan I planned
Stone on stone I build
Only to crumble
At every little chase,
With me,
Tis night after night
Even when it's bright to see
Tried I did yet lost sight,
Feets that crawl to me
Always seems to fleet by
Leaving mines cold tee
Luck and are friends fry,
Push I will
Till the sun's mine
Beat to my fill
Till the faded future shine!
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