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I've been trying and trying and trying againDear mother would tell me "son, no pain no gain"
Still how could I clear this stark troubled mind
When all that comes out doesn't help me unwind
The creator above, in his beard, might just laugh
For all that he's made is a gigantic farce!
How I wish though some spirit could help me find the spark that I seek
So the job would be done by the end of the week!