Mining Tunnels

Why do I think about love

when I have no love to feel;

Why do I howl at the Sun,

why do I sing to the Moon.

Why do I see there’s light

before the tunnel turns —

it’s dark that you don’t do;

I’d rather you not see me,

than change a thing I am —

change is passing through.

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