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- who is to blame that you got tired
that you'd not found what you desired
that you lost all you sought so hard
flew into sky and then fell down
not ours yet, but day by day
the life is going others' way
and your home empty always stays
and void is in your window panes
and light goes out, and sound goes dead
and brand new pang seek your hands
and if your pain is dying down
that means there'll be yet new woe again.
who is to blame, my brother, say:
when one is rich, another's wed
one is so fun, the next's love drunk
one is an oaf, and next your foe
and what's the fault that here and there
wait one another and share the air
but night is void and day's a bore
and all the good spots are reserved
who is to blame and what's the cause
that there's no happiness or woes
there is no win without a loss
and even's score of lucks and falls
and who's to blame that you're alone
and life's alone and is so wan
and monotone and you just wait
when one day finally you're dead..