The Same Old Ground

For all we talk, we just go round and round;
We keep on covering the same old ground.
We keep on trying, since, well, we both care:
We try, but we’re not getting anywhere

The field is frozen over with our trashing –
The seasons we’ve spent arguing, rehashing –
The day is nearly spent, the light is gone –
But it’s the same old ground
We’re always

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