an echo of the past resolves to pain
no matter what we do none can escape
all stand bedraggled in the autumn rain
who thought to win was first to fall off wain
the furthest off from the finishing tape
an echo of the past resolves to pain
it takes no wisdom to note the hard strain
of those who holding matters in firm shape
all stand bedraggled in the autumn rain
not daring to look up nor to complain
while foolish mouths are all of them agape
an echo of the past resolves to pain
some facts are set out very clear and plain
as both bright angel and dull foolish ape
all stand bedraggled in the autumn rain
we must lament the loss of normal brain
which must explain how we are in this scrape
an echo of the past resolves to pain
all stand bedraggled in the autumn rain
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