My Tears And Dew Drops
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I was crying
Feeling myself lonely
In a crowd.
But my loneliness vanished
The day I saw you
Sitting as a dew drop
On the tip of a grass
I knew
My tears have turned cloud
And have mingled with you
They come back to me
When I become dry and thirsty
In every winter
They wait for me
On a grass-tip.
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