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I took all my efforts and buried them deep.

Covered them with the warm of the earth, and watered them ritually with the richness of my sorrow and joy.

Sang to them the song of God.

Come spring, nothing blossomed. 

Not one thing. 
You can work hard, do your best, and still fail.

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