sleepy tears drop once more
into the sea and onto the shore
the taste of ink is dry and weak
changes in me from what I seek
weepy tears fall out blue
into the sky and onto the new
the taste of blood is right and brave
changes in me to what I crave
creepy tears sink too quick
into the ground and onto the sick
the taste of pain is rough and mean
changes in me from where I've been
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