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TEARS
Tears
Tears, tears all day
all evening, all night
pouring from the eyes
running down the cheeks...
Out in the country,fields,fen,meadows
even on the cold bed-
sweet warm tears, borne on the heart.
Tears from north to south
from east to west
as though I had never wept until now,
and now never might stop...
Only tears; my eyes;
the last part of December.
