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Why, the moon has already gone,
How, the darkness blinds the light.
Who, man's on a run-a-thon,
When, it's a never-ending fight.
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Why, all hearts are shattered through,
How, the fragments rip my soul.
Who, death discovered what is true,
When, will it ever stop at all?
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Why, the pain sickens all health,
How, comfort causes more.
Who, we follow blood for wealth,
When, will life ever be sure?
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Why, all joy is tainted gray,
How, all straight will now bend.
Who, on heart will dare and stay,
When, will it ever end?
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Rachel Steinmetz
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