The only question I have now
To which you have the answer
Is “what's inside my heart now,
and eating me like cancer?”
All your eyes have taught me
and what I have learned
Make one book in the volumes
Of self-knowledge I've spurned.
This knowledge, I crave now.
Why am I always fleeing
To the discomforting arms
Of my blindness-by-seeking?
To which you have the answer
Is “what's inside my heart now,
and eating me like cancer?”
All your eyes have taught me
and what I have learned
Make one book in the volumes
Of self-knowledge I've spurned.
This knowledge, I crave now.
Why am I always fleeing
To the discomforting arms
Of my blindness-by-seeking?
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