There is no way to store again
Our hopes of yesterday;
No opening our dreams again
To times when life was gay.

No way for hearts to soar again
For lovers to forescore again;
There’s only to abhor again
Whatever brought dismay.

Whatever tears may rise in us
Won’t last beyond each day;
Won’t answer half the WHYs in us
Or guide us on our way.

SAD

Won’t end these surmise in us
Won’t lessen the surprise in us;
Or curb the futile lies in us
Won’t change the price we pay.

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