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Silent CriesSilent cries, well worn eyes
from which comes the endless flow,
Broken hearts, they stop and start
for seems like an eternity.
Where does it ends we don't know.
Silent sighs, well worn eyes
from which broken dreams go.
Success is too far apart,
they stop and start
from the same untouchable sea...
Where silent cries grow.
Robert Anthony James