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The art of suicide, nightgowns and
Curls flying which-way
The fate too pure to hide, ridges of
Meant to conceal lies

Under the arches of and sky
Suddenly to contemplate why

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

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

The art of suicide, and clean
a theatrical scene
Alas, gone she cried, veins displayed
Melodramatically

the arches of moonlight and sky
Suddenly easy to why

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

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

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

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

is not like a gloomy Sunday
With a second ending the people are disturbed
Well, they be disturbed
Because there's a that ought to be heard

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

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