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Why are all my nights so black?
My wells so deep?
My hills so steep?
Why do I weep?
Why do I weep?
In tiny shells with birth unborn,
I see mother nature scorn.
Her distance true,
Persistence weak,
How come this year I feel so meek?
How come the days
All seem so grey?
How come today
You're miles away?
Why do I walk these ugly streets?
Why do I weep?
Why do I weep?
How come I feel like such a creep?
How come I can't feel my heartbeat?
How come I still feel you're so neat?
Why do I weep?