Yesterday with my hands on my chin I shed tears
Hot huge round drops after many years
For my heart was abundant of darkness as night
And nobody could understand my plight
The tears roughly flowed down my cheeks
Like rushing water from a creek
It tasted gall on my dry lips
Though I wiped it, it still made trips
I therefore allowed it to flow at its pleasure
For my wounded heart knew no measure
After time on its own it dried
Though my spirit it had tried
I shed tears for loves sake
When I found out she was fake
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