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teardrops
A drop of water falls on my hair,
Glisten in the sunlight,
The cold gray of winter melts away,
Like ice in the spring,
The rarity shines,
A flower amongst sprouts,
She clings the the vine and refuses to release,
Afraid of the world far below,
We chide her and screech,
Red marks on her cheeks,
She sobs and
A
Teardrop
Falls
Into
My
Hair.
