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Teardrops in Our Hands
A long time ago,
in a world like this
I smiled him a smile;
he blew me a kiss.
Then I departed like a wind in autumn
he cried for me, I had lied to him
He was sad, depressed,
broken-hearted.
I left him there crying
then, I discovered my mistake.
I tried to go back,
but it was too late.
Finally, his eyes shone again for me
dimmer though, from the storm of mine.
I was a blissful sea.
He was gentle, sweet, and very kind.
He left like a wind in may
But I never cried.
I had nothing in my heart to say
and that was the saddest part.
Until a day of light, when I read
the beginning of this poem.
It is a cycle, Him and I.
So I'll never blame him
Now I understand.
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