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And to the man whose eye
I met as we passed by
not long after the sun did rise,
for what did the light of woe capsize?

And to the woman whose face
I saw hidden in unearned disgrace
not long after you tried and tried to erase,
for what did the tears flow and flow in terrible race?

And to the lost soul whose life
I failed as i tried with vain strife
to save, save, save,
for what did you just as well take to the blade?

Oh, this world is cold
and she crushes those who dare be bold,
but like flowers that grow oppressed,
there are few who on bliss do tread.

And lastly, to the child whose smile
I found and remembered a while,
not long after the sun did set,
how does your innocence remain yet?