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Why, oh, why does my heart ache so
And why does it feel like my heart could break
At the sight of a sickle moon?
Why, oh, why does my soul feel numb
When the sear leaf
I do spy?
And why does it yearn unspeakably
When the Canada geese do cry?
Why, oh, why do I feel alone
When the days are short and cold?
Why do I long so helplessly
For things unknown, untold?
Why do I feel that hope has died
When the sun is weak and wan?
Why, oh, why do the tears pour down
Quite as if my love had gone?
Why at times am I overcome
With feelings of deep despair?
Why do I feel like the chalice has cracked
And it’s beauty beyond repair?
Copyright 2003 Betty Carra/Laura Warfield