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Thin, frail voice sent through fog.
A plea for help that fell on none.
A voice was heard soon after.
The sound of pleasant laughter.
Mends your shattered heart back into one.
Crashing waves. Ocean mist.
Cool wet hand that touched a face.
Eyes that share your dreams.
And dream with you, it seems.
And prod you when you're tired from the chase.
In the late hours of night
When the tears blur all sight,
Look ahead, you'll find your brighter years.
Remember tears you've cried
And the souls who might have tried.
The tears you've cried won't be wasted tears.
Yellow sun. Silhouette.
A welcome face turns to me.
Eyes that know the depths of time
And freely laugh at simple rhymes.
Believing me and so believes in me.
Heard my words and listened well.
A face alive. What did she wish?
Began to fade. I waxed awake.
Sweating cold, began to shake.
Terrified the wish might not exist.
In the late hours of
night
When the tears blur all sight,
Look ahead, you'll find your brighter years.
Just remember the tears that you've cried
And the girl who didn't try.
The tears you've cried won't be wasted tears.
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