Fret not for that we cannot change
For those who will not hear
In life we may not rearrange
That which is darkly clear
Fret not for that which cannot move
For folk who listen never
For all we might wish to improve
We really aren’t that clever
Hold not the pain of others dear
Or offer your hand to be bitten
In the end it’s perfectly clear
That by their own selves they are smitten
Fret not…

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