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Why is it so easy to cry?
So hard to say good-bye?
Why do tears love to stay?
While smiles like to keep at bay.
Sometimes the tide turns,
It can cause you great sadness, it can do more than burn.
But sometimes a sunny sky is coming,
After a while of wallowing.
While I sit here, hoping,
I just have to accept I'm moping.
And turn the page to the next part of my story,
And bask in my own glory.
If I let sorrow overcome me,
It will become a nasty little flea.
I can stand on my own,'
Or so be it, I will continue to moan.