In the stream, you weep your tears.
In the water, as each tear falls, it shines.
A glistening drop of amber.
When in the cavern, the wind and waves.
Into your heart, it struck fear.
I put my arms around you,
And not without tears.
You sleep softly, baby.
I come to bring you help, but not pain,
To show you, that I am honorable.
I am in love, with you.
And yet your passion, you fought for,
What you wrote, was truth.
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