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 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