Sight Was in The End

Our purposes were muddled and our heads were crossed,
Our time was numbered and our days were up
Our horizons were dead and our doornails lost,
Our chips were made and our bed was down
Our bridges were burnt and our boats were crossed,
Our tide had sailed and our ship had turned
Our way was cooked and our goose was lost
Our roll was counted and our cost was called
Till our T’s were dotted and our eyes were crossed.


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