the wheel of the
carriage is
split
the horse is
lying on the road
unable to move
it is your answer
to the question if we
are still
doing good
the year shall end
and there will be another
the days are not
consumed by the passing of
the hours
my heart is aching
but whatever happens next
i tell you
i worry no more....
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