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DEAR TEARS
Tears, my dear, my nearer,
My guide, my philosopher,
My never failing friend,
O, my greatest treasure.
In my pain, you appear,
In strain, you appear;
In praise and pleasure,
In surprise, you appear.
My vision becomes clear,
After you disappear;
Why are you occasional?
And why not perpetual?
I will send you the pain,
I will extend the strain;
Under pleasure and praise,
I will like you upraise.
If I cannot do all these,
Still yourself you release;
Wait not occasions' show,
Incessantly please flow.
Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand
USA
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