Things Work out

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Because it rains when wish it wouldn't,

Because men do what they often shouldn't

Because crops fail, and plans go wrong

Some of us grumble all day long.

But somethings,in spite of the care and doubt,

It seems at last that things work out.

Because we lose where we hoped to gain,

Because we suffer a little pain,

Because we must work when we'd like to play

Some of us whimper along life's way.

But somehow, as the day always follow the night

Most of our troubles work out all right.


Because we cannot forever smile,

Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,

Some of us whimper that life's all wrong,

But somehow, we live and our sky grows bright,

And everything seems to work out all right.


So bend to your trouble and meet you care,

For the clouds must break, and the sky grows fair.

Let the rain come down, as it must and will,

But keep on working and hoping still,

For in spite of the grumblers who stand about,

Somehow, it seems,all things work out.
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