When I am crying,
The tears shine on me fondly.
As though they know
That I am sad,
that I am crying.

They give me their light.
If I weep the silver light is there,
As though there's someone
Who knows I'm sad,
And won't let me cry.

It's hard to cry
When starlight's shining on you,
When constellations glitter,
And planets dance -
It's hard to cry.

The End

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