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With all the wisdom of a paranoid person, I listened to the naysayers.
Nay nay the rain will fall yet,
and all the revellers wet.
So took to my bed did I.
And not a drop came from the sky.
I did indeed remain dry and bored,
while the party goers with laughter roared.
Woe to those whose worry kill,
fun and frolic, glee and joy.
And so I remain even still
a sober but sad and lonely boy.