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True tears


A drop of tear on your eye
Is vexing to say you good bye;
Depart from you and precise far
Will the tears fill your thirsty jar?

In the trivial glossy drop
Has all your retention at top.
Tears are the dialectal of eye
Wind back the entire instant to cry;

When you giggle, when you cry;
Tears may come but distinction by.
Tears are direction, the passage,
Set of voluminous words and message.

Cleans the heart, cleans the mind;
A state of no burden you’ll find,
When the true tears will depart
Elegant from the bottom of your heart

Today bills the quatrain of sorrow
And will sing happy assonance tomorrow.
In the glittery insignificant drop of tear,
Have all your memories of ecstasy and fear.

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