That one lonely tear,
Is her first and her last,
Never once in her life,
Has she dwelled in her past,
She never liked to cry,
To her it means she's weak,
Her mother is the source,
She siad never let them leak,
I know why you're now looking,
Its a waste of time,
Cuz I'm telling you now,
You'll never see her cry, ...
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