Tearless Raphsody

I know why the blind girl across the street can cry so much
I know it when I do not cry
I know when your world is completely dark
you don't cry as much

I know why the blind girl across the street can fret so much
I know it when my heart becomes numb
I know when your world seems completely fine
that's when you cry that much

I know why the blind girl across the street can cry so much
I know it when I do not cry
I know when your world is completely dark
you don't cry as much

I know why the blind girl cries alas
She lost the thing she needed to last
I know when your world seems lack of one most needed thing;
You don't cry as much as the blind girl who cries

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