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For only those that lose shed silver tears
And leave salt tracks down pink and downy cheeks, And only those that know their deepest fears Are real can shut themselves away for weeks. Emotion is a ship, and as it nears The tempest, there are bound to be some leaks. But one must board the ship and sail and cry To learn that what runs low runs also high.
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