Cry, cry, cry

And why not cry

Let the birds sing with you

Let morning air fill your nostrils

With times long ago memories

With love left alone

With hands once firm with confidence

Now tremble all- alone

Cry cry cry

Fill the air with miseries cold tune

Wet your eyes from summer to springs


Cry for yourself, and others too 

For we are all a bit lost

When loss finds our dreaded doom

Yet one day will come

As sure as a new mornings sun

And your tears will say goodbye

And wish you a very very happy

New life’s time

So cry for now as much as you can

Tomorrow brings us to a new -found- land

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