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You cried for hours and I did nothing but stare

You asked, "Why are you not comforting me...?"



Many times I've seen you cry, it is not rare

(Many times, you, were mean to me...)



I really did want to hold you,

That day I saw you crying,

my warm love for you,

it began to cease...

I watched your tears,

they neared your bossom;

they started to freeze.