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Apr 13
I can’t stop the tears
They don’t do me any good
They arrive whenever I think of you
I wish I understood
Why you didn’t love me
Lord knows I tried
I hoped you would
Oh, how I cried
But love is evanescent
And dreams are only that
Tears are such a poor substitute
For reconciling with the past
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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