A hopeless thought has sunk into my brain
And in my brain it finds a wealth of fuel
An unconsidered fuel made of disdain
As all disdain seems clever to the fool
I am the fool who yields the war unfought
For pain unfought becomes a soft refrain
An older, cold refrain that holds each thought
A hopeless thought has sunk into my brain
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