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Many a time
You morph into
A smile on my lips
Many a time
You flow as tears
On my cheeks
Why this joy or sorrow
When my smiles or tears
Fail to touch you?
Isn't that greater sorrow
Unnoticed and lost
In the routine melee...?
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