Despair
Why this pain still?
Why these sighs, this weak will?
Why this sickening, sinking feel,
In this heart, when it's nothing new?
Helpless hands, hopeless despair!
These are the wounds I can never repair!
Why these sighs, this weak will?
Why this sickening, sinking feel,
In this heart, when it's nothing new?
Helpless hands, hopeless despair!
These are the wounds I can never repair!

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