when eyes are too much dry
they give birth to a great cry
i cannot bear it
i always feel fear of it
but time to time it comes to me
and i don't know what it want to see
when eyes are too much dry
the always try
to remain open
then i forget all my shone
and find myself alone
this everything make me voilent
and it is you who make me silent
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