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The wind rustling in my teardrops,
And my heart is breaking beneath me
Against my own will.
The smiling enemies of my heart do laugh,
And not sigh as I do in cherishable moments.
As you sit in your castle of wonder
Mine falls, crumbles and turns to dust.
Your memory causes a deep shadow on my heart
And your voice causes a tremble in my step.
Oh, piteous days of hate and sorrow,
It shall never end. Not as long
As my lonely teardrop falls,
Nearer to my fate.
