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TEARS FOR GLORY




They will come close ooo yeah!
‎ Pretending to help wipe your tear.
‎ Be watchful oo dear!
‎ Else they swipe your glory clear.

‎ Cheer up for now my friend,
‎For this prophesy is yet unripe.
‎So long as you are yet to trend,
‎Their plans are still in the pipe.

‎Only one thing can be done.
‎Be careful where you sleep,
‎When the night does come.
‎In case the road becomes steep,
‎Make sure you don't slip.

‎If you can't pretend then try.
‎Let them not see you cry.
‎For as soon as you shed a tear,
‎They will get together and cheer.


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