' 'Dry Tears©
Oh tie a black ribbon round the willow tree,
it can no longer keep weeping for you and me.
Like the river cries for rain,
it's tears could fill an ocean.
But dry eyes have nothing to gain,
for the fire of hell comes out again.
Just like a crocodile cries,
with tears as fake as can be.
The emotion within us dies,
when hate takes control of thee!
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