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She looked at me so very odd I could not read her face There was a look of such disgrace she dared not to replace I kept my eyes locked to hers trying to define What a look I did not earn could mean at such a time

Crying is so beautiful a stream upon ones face Nature represents itself in such a profound way How can there be parallels in things so very different All that I can think to say is that but one created it