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CRYING, WHY DO I BOTHER WITH TEARS IT HELPS NOTHING JUST BRINGS SORROW TO MY HEART AND SOUL AND INFLICTS PAIN UNLIKE I HAVE EVER KNOWN
CRYING, WHY SHOULD I WASTE THESE TEARS MY HEART IS COLD AND YET I FEAR THAT I WELL FALL APART WITHOUT YOU NEAR.
CRYING, WET DROPS LIKE THAT ON ROSE PETALS COVERED BY THE MORNING DEW.
TEARS WHAT ARE THEY ANYWAY?
TEARS ARE MEARLY WATER SPLATTERED ON MY FACE BY THE THOUGHT OF A LOVED ONE I
CAN’T EMBRACE
CRYING, WHAT WELL COME FROM THIS, NOTHING MORE THEN TEARS FLOWING DOWN MY FACE
CRYING, TEARS FOR A LOVE THAT I MAY NEVER EMBRACE
Veronica Valdez
^j^
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