..Did he make it hard....
For you to cry...
Did..
Your tears well up..
To spread..
far out..
Across nights sky..
Does moons...
hide it's face..
Just to...
Ride up one wave..
then...
Slide back down..
The..other...
side of dawn..
and when he..
Hears those sobbing cries..
moving around you..
deep inside......
Then tell me lass......
Just how...
he made you cry..
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