Shameful as they seem

They hold divine power

To help you heal

And forget all that's sour

As they fall down

In droplets and streams

Relieving you from

Both reality and dreams

Your innocent heart

Bears a sorrowful tale

Don't hold them back

Let 'em shed all your ail

After all this time

Thought to be in vain

Now you know

The miracle tears of pain

- A.T.
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