When things come to an end
Good or bad
It somehow brings out of our eyes
Those glands to say goodbye
To accompany whatever it is to its place of rest
Hence we cry when we are happy
And name those tears of joys
Because the sad days are gone
We cry when we have conquered,
Because the days of struggle are gone
We cry when we miss each other
For the gap that needs to be filled will hang empty
We cry when we are fed up
When we cannot take anymore of life
We cry because we have tears to spend
So let your tears accompany whatever it is leaving your life
For it to have a great farewell
And for you to have peace in your soul
Let them flow
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