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This moisture reigns with the greatest of ease,

Salty and wet, rolling slowly down my cheek,

Naked as a willow swaying in the breeze.

One glance from you would erase all need to speak.

Your triumphs were mine, your sorrows mine, too,

Yet when my own rocked your boat you decreed that I walk the plank.

I opened my heart, and what did you do

But cast me to the depths, not looking back to see if I sank.

How many times will I give of myself

Before I find there's nothing left to give?

Gold belongs out of mind on a high shelf,

Insurance for a future life to live.

The heart and the mind must make peace through the years...

You don't deserve the satisfaction of tears.