Stealing a few drops of tears,
I wrote a song of love;
The words of the tears stirred hearts,
And filled the soul with ardor.
Some said, “They knew it all,”
Some said, “It was news;”
Some opined: “Love’s labor lost,
Love can be so painful!”
Some griped, “It’s useless,
A time wasting affair for nothing;
No gain comes out of it,
Even if you read it hundred times.”
The song was read, the song was reviewed;
The song was praised and blamed;
(But) Nobody addressed the ‘teardrops’,
That made it all possible.
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