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In the midst of night.
I glimpse a sight.
Hear you mourn.
It likes you've been thorn.
You can't keep your tears.
It flow downs to your eyes.
In the night cold as ice.
You stand still with no fear.
Yes, we're not close.
But, if you need someone to talk to,
Even though I've so many flaws.
I'm here to hear you.
I asked," Why a man cry?"
You answered, " It's either because of happiness or sadness."
Your sadness overwhelmed your happines.
You want the words said to be a lie.