(INSPIRING PINTEREST PIN)
The baby boy cried... His tears were taken... Kept away... For safe keeping. When his friend died... His eyes stayed dry... When his lover left... No tears he had wept. He searched for joy... This sad young boy... His tears were somewhere... But failed to fare. His stolen tears... Were stored away... All throughout his younger years... Until he married, one day. In his old age... When he had lost his wife, On the night she left... He had found his stolen tears. She was holding them... For him... Way down... Deep inside. She released them to him... Whilst he was holding her... So they could cry tears of sorrow, Together, As she died.
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