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A little boy plays by the river,
Slips on wet rock by the stream,
He scrapes his knee.
He cries from the pain,
But his buddies laugh it away.
And he becomes a man,
Because grow men don't cry, right?
Slips on wet rock by the stream,
He scrapes his knee.
He cries from the pain,
But his buddies laugh it away.
And he becomes a man,
Because grow men don't cry, right?
An old piece but a good lesson. It's okay to let your tears go.
