Founder's Canon
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y teardrops keep on falling
The steady river never halts
It matters not what causes them
It’s still somehow my fault
I live for crumbs and morsels
Hope for diamonds in this rough
No matter how much work I do
It’s still not work enough
I guess I must be broken down
And just a bit confused
My good intentions failed again,
The one good thing I do
My life’s a giant mishap
And I’m a big defect
I do no good for anyone,
This fact I must accept
I wish I’d get returned
Because I simply do not work
So someone come and kill me,
I am sick of all this hurt
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