Why did you not wipe<\/p>\n
my tears, ever,<\/p>\n
In fact not a tear<\/p>\n
Even when your hands,<\/p>\n
Your warm hands,<\/p>\n
were so near<\/p>\n
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why did you hold the pain,<\/p>\n
all of it for so long<\/p>\n
why did not you let me flow<\/p>\n
why did you become so sane<\/p>\n
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what is this which makes me<\/p>\n
feels so bewildered<\/p>\n
have I plucked the flowers<\/p>\n
forbidden, even if withered<\/p>\n
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why will you cry now, when<\/p>\n
it is all over<\/p>\n
I have to heal my love<\/p>\n
No matter what it takes, for ever<\/p>\n
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You may worry a bit now and then<\/p>\n
And also complain, if I do not take care<\/p>\n
Of myself, and also of the little lilies,<\/p>\n
We sowed in the backyard together<\/p>\n
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But the times do not last, always<\/p>\n
As they seem to be, at least<\/p>\n
And thank god, they do not,<\/p>\n
As said a wise man, change stays<\/p>\n
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Let us love, live and learn<\/p>\n
All at the same time<\/p>\n
Do not bemoan, do not regret<\/p>\n
Why some tears become, a sign so sublime<\/p>\n
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Why did you not wipe my tears, ever, In fact not a tear Even when your hands, Your warm hands, were so near why did you hold the pain, all of it for so long why did not you let me flow why did you become so sane what is this which makes me feels … <\/p>\n