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There is a sorrow in this world so great
One can expect it to hang from the rooftops
Slowly dripping its non fatal poison down
For our knees to gather in time.
One can expect to witness it
In the blank faces of people in the subway
In the sad thoughs of old men when looking at younglings
In the scared truths of younglings when they look back.

There are ends to this world, ends to all things
And this is the first foundation of sorrow
Ending without conscience of any real beginning.

There is a sorrow in this world so great
That can be seen in any birthday picture
A shade between the breath and candle
That spreads to the wish and dreamer alike.
Mirrored in the foggy eyes of newborns
And the cloudy eyes of lonely old men
It echoes in the woes and mourning of women
But draws its true strength from men's unjust silence.

There are ends in this world, ends for all things
And this is the second foundation of sorrow
By flaw of design, we can never see them as timely.

There is a sorrow in this world so great
One understands its presence almost fully
Under the very first sunlight of the dawn
Even with someone else under the sheets.
The dying night shall strike us deep
Where there is really only us and noone else
And leave a wound as secret as its memoir
A small reminder that in the end, we are alone.

For there are ends in the world, ends to all things
And this is the third foundation of sorrow
Ending means to abandon and be abandoned alike.