Tears Ii
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When the wind blows
The other way
And in the middle
You are roughed up
Very badly caught
No immediate relief in sight
All the way outs
Covered by black clouds
stars are put out
no blue in the sky
in darkness your heart is
grinded
like a stone
in a crusher mill
and you are overwhelmed with grief
but you lack words
you burst into tears
which tell thousands in brief..
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