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Tasting the tears |
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that run down the gutter |
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two teeth make, |
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Tears in route |
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running a groove in your cheek. |
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Waterfalls leave smooth rocks |
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When the river dries up |
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You can determine where a river once was |
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Just by examining rocks. |
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Your face never forgets a cry |
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like trace remnants of acid in your spine. |
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The erosion's cries cause |
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make whiskers prematurely sprout in men |
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and in women, |
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homogenize complexion, |
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diluting pigment, |
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till the whole face is washed |
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with a slight mascara tint. |
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Your face never forgets a cry |
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like trace remnants of acid in your spine. |
