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May 2023
He hears the weeping,
But I cry in silence
Maybe
That is why he never heard my cried

He never lets your tears hit the ground
I wipe mine on my cheek
Maybe,
He never got the opportunity to wipe them

I weep for the last time
Weep looking at him for last
He's never held my hand
I'll let the wind hold me
Vuyiwe
Written by
Vuyiwe  F/South Africa
(F/South Africa)   
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     Julia Celine, Hollie, --- and H-B
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