Why, why, why, 
I'm asking why, why, why!
What's the use of, 
What's the sense of, 
What am I doing here?
Before we start
I've got no heart to speak or sing,
But suddenly I'm on. 
We're all one thing, one thing, 
And I am blended into you, 
There's nothing left of aching me, 
That used to cry, Why?
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