that tear
on your cheek
forlorn
almost incongruous
a dancer
on an empty stage
but my heart fluttered
and i was lost
on your cheek
forlorn
almost incongruous
a dancer
on an empty stage
but my heart fluttered
and i was lost
Where fall the tears of love,
the rose appears,
And where the moss is wet
with friendship's tears
Forget-me-not and violet,
heavenly blue, spring,
glittering with the cheerful
drops of dew.
William Cullen Bryant
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