A gentle tear
With a swinging sight
rolled down to the bottom of my chin
The shiny perfect little drop
fell on the floor with a gentle plop
I toss and turn all through the night
Wondering about my fight
If I ever find a day
Where the gray clouds will fly away
I never thought it would come so soon
The pain is dwelling
I love you
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