I wouldn't know the world as I
If I haven't made the first cry
I wouldn't know of a elite parlance
Unless for an exquisite silence
I wouldn't know I was different
Unless all around were indifferent
I wouldn't know of the brightest light
Unless I dwell though a darkest night
I wouldn't know I could ever love
Until her gaily descent from above
I wouldn't know if anything was lost
Unless everything comes with a cost
I wouldn't know to be better ever
Until I was the best to be never
I wouldn't know I could succeed
Until to defeat I should concede
I wouldn't know it's death at last
Until I leave my breath to last
Yet all these years I have grown
Oblivion of those I have known

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