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Dry Your Eyes

By Bruce Clifford

Dry your eyes
Wipe your tears away
All these years
What can I say

I most go now
The stars await
Donít cry for me
I canít be late

Dry your eyes
Find your place
All these years
I donít know my face

I must go now
The climate changed
Donít feel bad for me
The tide is in range

Dry your eyes
Wipe your tears away
So many nights
Not enough days

©5/7/16 Bruce Clifford

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