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One eye crying,

The other left for dry,

The one she faces her lover,

The one he would see,

Streams tears in milky expression,

Slips down her cheeks like cream,

Smooth tears pouring,

While the other,

And the lover

Watch.

Careless of his feelings he said,

Careless of her hurt she said,

I don’t belong here

This is not my place

Then why are your stockinged toes,

Hassock-ed and batting against mine.

She can’t even cry

With both eyes.