How can one love this world so dearly, | 1 |
So much of it is dark and dreary. | 2 |
Have not these icy winds of stone, | 3 |
Which pierce the unprotected heart, | 4 |
In this world always played a part, | 5 |
In making our love's work undone? | 6 |
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How can one love this world, so lost | 7 |
are we-and at what bitter cost, | 8 |
We wander ancient valleys deep, | 9 |
Along the paths our fathers took, | 10 |
As wanderers forget to look, | 11 |
beyond the secrets elders keep. | 12 |
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How can one love this world, when blind | 13 |
Eyes lead on all of humankind? | 14 |
When all the darkness we percieve, | 15 |
Is a mere image in the head, | 16 |
for we no longer dare embed, | 17 |
our hearts in feathers of belief. | 18 |
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How can one love? this world is warmer | 19 |
Still, some river's flow is calmer, | 20 |
Caressed by gentle summer's breeze, | 21 |
As violet fields of sweetest scent, | 22 |
In springtime to the heart's content, | 23 |
shall fill our souls just as we please. | 24 |