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Cry Child
Cry with me
We are one
We are we
This tree has grown
and so have we
we are apart
but we are we
Cry Sweet Child
for you have grown
whetherin triumph
or whether in moan
All is in the past
though I have no tears to shed
Cry my sweet child
and gracefully lay your head
If we were still togther
this poem we would share
of us growing older
and of us growing fair
although we would leave each other
our hearts would still be strong
we would find each other again
and our love would never again be prolonged
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