Tears
There are many beautiful things, but none that sing....
like the falling rain...
Slowly falling in time,
trickleing down this face of mine.
To touch my skin,
who's fire has been.
Who's devotion,
flooded my face with emotion.
So clear and ow so dear,
to wipe away all my tears.
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