But why, why so much sky
Why so much sea, why
What's the use of this breaking wave
And the afternoon wind, what's the point? serves the afternoon
Useless landscape
Maybe, you won't come again
You'll never come back
What good are the flowers that are born?
By the paths, if my path
Alone is nothing
What good are the flowers that are born
By the paths, if my path
Alone is It's nothing, it's nothing, it's nothing

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