This isn't going to work. I wish it would,
But though I try and try, it always fails.
Of course, if it went well, it would be good
(That's obvious), but when nothing avails
To solve the problems that crop up so fast,
I cannot bring myself to even hope
That anything we build will ever last.
If I imagined we could ever cope
With all our troubles, I would not condemn
All this to nothingness, and yet I must,
Because we both seem so perturbed by them
That I, at least, cannot begin to trust
That we'll improve. I'm sorry, but it's true;
I have to think that you feel that way too.
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