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Her Silent Cries
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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines] Silently she cries,
Turn into rivers her eyes!
Her heart’s a bank,
Which gets never blank!
Infinite miseries like the waste,
Deposit in the mind and can’t be erased!
Crying alone saves her now perhaps,
Her grief is as hell, knows no elapse!
For her happiness I pray,
Every night and every day!
