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Tears are the rivers of the soul .

beware of those people, who give you wounds in return of your care.

Some closeness is more harmful to the soul than separation.

I want to be cured Of a craving for something I cannot find And of the shame of never finding it.

Before the sun calls it a day and sky fades to black I want to remind you that you'll find your way back .