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Sep 2013
She walks along an avenue
some call the Vale of Tears.

Her agonies and sorrows brew
in eyes that vail her tears.

She whiles alone, her gaze unmet,
behind a veil of tears.

But can she flee from sadness, yet
with no avail of tears?

In time, the Rue of No Regrets
will countervail her tears.
Written by
Terry O'Leary
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