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Clear weren't tears realized I night one

Red slightly dripped they cried

Disappointments from wounds inner were they

Shed ever-flowing tears like blood

Pain yelled pain until soaked

Instead it replaced agony but

Often cried tears with couch watered

Bed surrounded by near puddles

Enough weren't handkerchiefs nor sleeves nor tissues

Head hung eyes from weightiness

Soul seeking, ached liberation for longing

Dead were but dancing emotions, my, my, my

I shall, then wept Jesus

Bread stale, ruined by crocodile tears

Only bread, man cannot live, heard I once

Said Jesus, words spoken, God's forever

Then since, zero tears