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A man’s worth is valued in the tears he sheds,
From the silent heartfelt cries to tears that glisten like raindrops. There isn’t a man who hasn’t tasted tear soaked humble bread A man’s worth is valued in the tears he sheds, A man’s tears lead him from the tombs of dread. But a man will always be there for the woman who sobs. A man’s worth is valued in the tears he sheds, From the silent crying to tears that glisten like raindrops
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