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Drowning sorrows

My heart was not concealed
I wore it on my sleeve.
Weeping eyes so not rest,
I’ll engrave warm tears on my chest.
Sorrows need to drown,
Not with one bottle but a few rounds.
Look towards the sky,
Hold it tight up high
Till with the ground I collide.
After you I cannot find it to cry

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