Ofttimes we wonder
Why tears come and we cry
Perhaps feelings held under
Brim up, o'er, and out through our eyes
Know this dampness I feel
Comes because of you
My love for you ...so real
Now drips as though mists of dew
Why tears come and we cry
Perhaps feelings held under
Brim up, o'er, and out through our eyes
Know this dampness I feel
Comes because of you
My love for you ...so real
Now drips as though mists of dew
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