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-Father, father,  why do we bother? 

-For the sake of taking it all a bit farther.

 

-Mother, mother, why do we bother?

Why do we dare and why do we care?

-For otherwise we wouldn’t bear.

 

-Lover, lover, why do we bother?

Why suffer the keen sting, why keep each other slave?

-So that flowers grow on our grave.

 

-Brother, brother, why do we bother?

Why toil to make art out of tears and throe?

-So that it matters when we go.

◄ I can tolerate Death

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