The paper is not on the doormat.
The soup is over-salted.
The Internet gets disconnected,
Or sleep resists your courting.
You must find someone
Or something to blame.
Why do things go wrong?
It is because you have the right
To complain of things gone wrong.
Forget that right.
Then there is neither right nor wrong.
Let it be your song.
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