The sky cries for me
Only the stars can see
I have no more tears to shed
As I lay broken in this bed
Cry for me as the day ends
So the raindrop tears it sends
The sky cries for me
It dies for me
Constant cries for me
Even the moon turns
into a crescent
Cut in half like me at present
The skies cry for me
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Beautifully written. The skies cry over here as well, and the wind roars through the iron bell. Ding dong, sing that song. Maybe you're right. Maybe it cries for you..
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