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Clare of Trembling Tears
Look at your eyes, Like waterfalls inside
Whispering your puddle-duds
Of gloom on either side
Listen to your ears
As they cry to telephones
Cry to me, like waterfalls inside
Kiss your lips, for they tremble
Soothe their frightening shudder
Coax them to sleep
I coax you to sleep
Soothe your gloom, your trembling tears
Good night, little girl, may your lips have no moure tears
