More discontents I never had Since I was born than now
I must not trust here to any Bereaved, deceived by so many As one undone by my losses Ache in human mind is cleaving
Here we are now but late we're hurled By dreams each one into a separate world
Betrayed, deceived
No places are (this I am sure) secure In this our wasting war, I'm mad
And he whom we see dejected Next day we see evicted
It's easy to invent a life It's easy to efface a deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.