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Please don't interrupt me when I'm crying.

What's that?  You say that you can't see the tears?

Well, listen.  It's inside where I am dying

That a river flows and the hateful demon leers.

You may not see the sobbing child inside me,

Or hear the cries of anguish that are rent,

And this smile may fool you like it teases others,

But I'm crying just the same.  My soul is bent.

All out of shape from leaning under burdens

That should not have been misplaced upon my head.

Please don't interrupt me when I'm crying.

If I don't get release I'll soon be dead.