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I thought I could cry
a river with eyes,
cry about everything
That is or was

I thought my cries
would be heard by some
who live like me
and to those, who’re above

I cry about hope
and how hopeless I am
in the world full of hopes
only seldom I have

Don’t cry that often
I feel less everyday
even my laughter
doesn’t anymore stay

I now stopped crying
tears no-longer exist
thanks, for making me
the one, who now resists