The Golden Tear
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Sandra Feldman
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Sensitivity begets tears,
Would but better be,
To not feel at all,
Than to feel and not be near,
That, that cannot be,
Never to posses the golden tear,
Of love that suddenly appears,
But then becomes a whisper in the wind,
Now so far away, when once so near.
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