Cry cry cry
I've seen cries of many bruised faces
Tears, bubbles of the eyes
And, coma I've seen of the wounded hearts
The one you love the most
Has finally kicked your bucket
The coldness and the breaming
Of todays sun now glow at you
How could I bestows your comfort state
How could you please sober
To my consoling utterances
Or, how could you not allow your eyes
To weep much longer
More ado to your lid lips
Engaged's my sympathy
Take heart and draw your fruits closer
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