The aimless march of trees,
The aimless tread of roads,
Is it just to fall,
And rise again in woes?
A million questions bloom in the heart,
My heart's only fault, I know,
That I never spoke of how you hurt me so.
You, too, never showed,
Or taught me how,
To show love, you know,
Of how you hurt me so.
That I never spoke of how you hurt me so.
Witness is the sky,
Witness is the breeze,
I never loved another,
But only you, with ease.
Why then this solitude,
This wretched decree?
My heart's only fault, I know,
That I never spoke of how you hurt me so.
You, too, never showed,
Or taught me how,
To show love, you know.
The flashing of fireflies,
The evenings falling,
The blooming of flowers,
In autumn's calling.
What is the breath of bars within eyes?
My heart's only fault, I know,
That I never spoke of how you hurt me so.
You, too, never showed,
Or taught me how,
To show love, you know.
My heart's only fault, I know,
That I never spoke of how you hurt me so.
You, too, never showed,
Or taught me how,
To show love, you know.
My heart's only fault, I know,
That I never spoke of how you hurt me so.
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