Undo everything done to date in it's order
Dig up 'Mrs Simkins' from her place in the border
Unpaint the fence with each brush stroke undone
The wood left parched under the rays of the sun
Unprotect all the honours so stoutly defended
Unspend all the precious monies expended
Unmake all the critical decisions made
Replenish the wine glass with flat lemonade
Quench the fires that burned by and by
Make drab the brightness of the morning sky
Cheat the game played and rigid laws flout
Unsing what your heart once poured out
But where would it get you, this undoing dream?
Be left forlorn by the banks of the stream
Unfulfilled by the sorrows absorbed
And poorer forever in the eyes of the Lord
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