There is a curious paradox
no one can explain.
Who can understand
the secret of the reaping of the grain.
Who understands why spring is born
out of winter's labouring pain
or why we must all die a bit
before we grow again?
I do not know the answer.
I only know its true.
I hurt them for that reason
and myself a little bit too.
no one can explain.
Who can understand
the secret of the reaping of the grain.
Who understands why spring is born
out of winter's labouring pain
or why we must all die a bit
before we grow again?
I do not know the answer.
I only know its true.
I hurt them for that reason
and myself a little bit too.
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When the stage was set for my holiday,
I saw shining lights, but I never knew:
They were you. They were you. They were you.
'The Fantasticks' interesting choice