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Cry Me
by Bruce Dethlefsen

you stub your toe we go to war
there's a tumor on the brain
the sun might rise too beautifully
a daughter dies in the rain

if you need someone
to cry with and you will
try me
I'll hold you till
you say you're done
when all the tears
have come
and when you go away
and yes you will
I'll gladly hold your tears
inside my eyes
until you need some
then I'll sadly cry them back






 

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