Why?
Why are the stars up there?
Why does bat night fly?
Why does love make thee tears?
Why do lives tumble?
And dreams rumble?
Why is it all so painful?
Thinking about the precious one
Who take thou feelings as fool
With dreams which was held once
Seeing no muscles of fruit
In the moon
Giving no sign of good
Why do our dear friend
Once hate our trend?
Why do we have friend?
Who care and cheer?
Why?
Why do mothers
Once act fathers?
Even with there unseen feathers
They seems training the right daughters
Why?
Golden Orange Writes 
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