If tears could speak, countless dreams they chatter
Encounters the hollowness of life
Memories that roll down by the lane discover,
Discovers the hidden lies that are shadowed
Tears, thou count upon the givers, wait for the tides to flow
Born from the heart, fragments into ashes of sorrow
The silent weapon of time, worth of words
Travels faster than the whispers of soul
Tears born of joy and happiness, thus enrich lives.
What if you shed yourself in the hours of disgrace,
Thou has an honor a valiant worth
Tears, go down the lane, for the nature awaits you.

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