Why does the heart smoulder
a storm rage in the eyes
an anxious look reside
on every face in this city
Why is it bereft of emotion
Why is it bereft of emotion
as lifeless as a stone
the heart that for a reason
the heart that for a reason
searches, so it can throb
A wilderness stretches before
A wilderness stretches before
my eyes as far as they can see
where has loneliness brought me
my friends, I but know scarcely
Does a new aspect in my visage it espy
why does the mirror look at me with such surprise
Does a new aspect in my visage it espy
why does the mirror look at me with such surprise
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