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I can not think
I can not sleep,
Slowly these tears
Down my face, they creep.

No matter how hard I try
The tears still come,
But I need someone to dry my tears
What am I to become?

I have a lot of questions
But there are no answers,
These tears just keep falling
Come dry these, little dancers.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.27/2005