And, to do it, all too few,
But I will strive to carry through
All the work I have to do.
I pay now for my idle times,
Doing penance for such crimes
As my stainéd soul begrime--
Never clean in any time.
Never clean in any time.
Yet all the work is to no end.
No wall or door do I defend
No wall or door do I defend
As I to labor but pretend,
My play-acting reaching no end.
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