Mistakes, ever-repeating, I make again and again,
And little do I suspect they will hide in night or rain;
They count, add, sum and pile,
When was I right? I know not, it has been a while;
A cool winter wind has come ashore,
I hope it blows away my worry chores;
All is well, they say, when the apple is in,
Where that apple, of my life has been?
Let me put all my good deeds in vain,
Oh! there, I made a mistake again...
And little do I suspect they will hide in night or rain;
They count, add, sum and pile,
When was I right? I know not, it has been a while;
A cool winter wind has come ashore,
I hope it blows away my worry chores;
All is well, they say, when the apple is in,
Where that apple, of my life has been?
Let me put all my good deeds in vain,
Oh! there, I made a mistake again...
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