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There is more colour in a single tear
Than the iridescence of the Paradise bird
More soft in its fall from saddened eye
Than any tender and soothing word.
There is no sound needed to express
Pure sentiment in damp expression
The streaked trail of a heartfelt wound
Which opens up sympathetic impression.
Melocholy thought exposes the weakness
Of strength's will to resist the tear's fall
A simple thought of a sad song's refrain
A time of loss with memory's call.
This silent reflection of spectrum's value
Upon the cheek of one's sadness appear
Pity the love who has had and then lost
Pity the one who sheds just one tear.