I hear you crying,
All night long,
Weeping in darkness,
Overflowing with sorrow,
I can feel your pain,
A soul in torment,
The salty tears that fall,
Each, a glint of darkness,
Eventually your heart clears,
Pure and true once more,
Yet the pain lingers still,
No longer an eternal scream,
But a soundless acho,
A bad memory,
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