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Tears
for Chouchi
Weep
slowly, softly as the rain,
Think
of the girl you'll never
see again;
Think
of her eyes, her lips,
her hair,
That
falls to her shoulders,
silky, fair.
You
love her and haven't
told her so,
You
fear her answer,
dread to know.
Coward
you feel, but
what can you
do?
Just
hope that
one day she'll
love you too.
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