The tears oh how they flow, as if a stream to an ocean.
Never ending, ever current.
Why am I crying?
For reasons undisclosed, for moments ever passing.
I wipe, I wipe
They don't stop! Just keep coming.
Eyes all dried out, head on my pillow,
another night I cry myself to sleep.
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