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Cry


The tears are gone, I refuse to cry, For sadness and sorrow can die, I cry for laughter and joy, Not for pain, More sorrow happens, But no tears come, I've wasted them all on my fathers son, Never a word, Forgotten by your own blood, Caused all my tears, But even when sorrow over comes me, I wear a smile, Never letting it over come me.
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