Founder's Canon
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Whispering regrets through air
Struggle so hard not to care
Concern seems so tied to pain
Try to not to stop the rain
The consequences are so vast
Wish that I could change the past
Wish that it I could erase
But it’s what I have to face
I cannot stand what I have done
Or what, through it, I have become
These memories I want to burn
But from them there are things to learn
And though I wish I could forget
Instead I’m left with deep regret
The past is now far out of range
And future’s all that I can change

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