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Tears like rushing rills Cutting through hills Flowing into stony valleys And settling in dark alleys My eyes are flooded with tears Am drowning in cold waters A man acquainted with sorrow Mirth is a fortune to borrow I feel like crawling back into the womb But where's the womb that bore me? Where's the breast that fed me? Where's the hands that held me? Tears like rushing stream Rolled over cheeks into steam Rolled through crooked mile Years turned into bitter bile Tears like rushing stream A never ending dream beaten out by a drummer Now welcomes my summer Tears like sizzling eel Left me broken to kneel At the foot of the Cross And considered all a dross

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