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The art of suicide, and hair
Curls flying every
The fate too pure to hide, bridges of
Meant to conceal lover's

Under the arches of and sky
Suddenly to contemplate why

Why, why live a
That's with pity and sadness and strife?
Why a dream
That's tainted with and less than it seems?

Why bother
Just for a poem or another sad song to
Why live a Why live a lie?

The art of suicide,pretty and
Conveys a scene
Alas, I've she cried, ankles displayed
laid

Under the of moonlight and sky
Suddenly to contemplate why

Why, why a life
That's painted with and sadness and strife?
Why dream a
That's tainted trouble and less than it seems?

Why bother
Just for a or another sad song to sing?
Why live a lie? Why live a

Why live a
That's painted pity and sadness and strife?
Why dream a
That's tainted with trouble and less than it

Why bothering
Just for a poem or another sad song to
Why a lie? Why live a lie?
Why live a Why live a lie?

Life is not a gloomy Sunday
With a second ending the people are disturbed
Well, should be disturbed
Because a story that ought to be heard

Life is not like a Sunday
With a second where the people are disturbed
Well, should be disturbed
there's a lesson that really ought to be learned

The world is of poets, we don't need any more
The is full of singers, we don't need any more
The is full of lovers, we don't need any more