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Muddling On | ||
| I know not whence I may have come Nor even where I'm set to go. I hear the chords of music strum While floating by on icy floe. It is no cause for great alarm That I am simply muddling on. I'll steer my iceberg clear of harm And wait until the storms are gone. I need not worry for the past, Nor fear what's on the other side. I'll make each happy moment last And keep on going for the ride. | ||
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