A tear,
Like a morning dewdrop
Slipping down,
A velvet cheek
,
It glistens as it forms,
Just like the feelings deep inside,
A rivulet on soft skin
A stain upon the breast,
The moment passes,
The cheek is dry,
The feelings gone
And the eye is dry.
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