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Would delete
the reason to
Why happiness is impossible
But tears keep on running
Running down my face
Yet no questing
is ever
Answered
And noone
Seems to take
the time to stop
And ask how I am,
if they can help
dry the tears
Without requiring
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Without requiring
me to have
the answers to the
Question that originally made tears
Run down my face
Because we all
want the
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
While crying do you think answers to your worries will remove those tears? Crying is a sort of relief, sort of a luxury People who really face real trouble do not get that luxury of crying Only after they face the trouble and when they reach shores of peace They look back what happened and cry