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I’ll wait to cry these crystal tears,

For they should not be seen.

I’ll hold the droplets of my fears,

I want no friend’s pity, however keen.

These silver traces on my cheek

Must mend my broken heart.

The water traces can’t leave my eyes,

Until I’m in a place apart.

I’ll contain these glistening droplets

Till there’s a wall around my soul.

I’ll keep these tears walled tightly

I’ll share them not before my death.

Little streams must be stopped nightly

Until I have no breath to give.

These tears of mine I shall not shed,

I have yet much work to do.

I’ll wait to unburden these tears,

Until I am alone in the world.

I cannot shed these little burdens

For there is yet, for much to live.

I will wait a little longer with dewdrops,

For in my death there can be no shame.

Yes, oh yes, I’ll wait to cry.

Until the day dawns on my face no more.