Tears on the move,
With big fingers dripping on,
As redness fills the skin.

Once again water wins.
There is no way to keep it in,
Only embrace the salty stream.

So much is said about tears,
That tear you up and make you squeal.
All lies, it only makes you show your fear.

The end is so much clearer,
The mind is sharp just like a spear.
Just a few drops have saved you countless years.

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