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Regret, regret is dumb, so dumb that I
Regret regret; I am worse than before
Before, I made mistakes, and lost my state
Of grace, grace that I lost, at such a cost.
Forget perfection, life is messiness
Intents in tension, limiting success
Not ones and zeroes, something in between
A clever ratio, but not a golden mean.
The better part of life it is our dreams
Where nothing is quite like just what it seems
It's all a piece and parcel of true time
A frequency and period sublime.
Dream on, sweet Prince, in silence of repose
Where all is art, and truest feeling shows.
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