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Flowing tears like water drops,
 They drank the water of my eyes. 
Playing the victims of my own life.

My own decisions led me 
 To the desert of their feelings,
I truly loved during my feelings,
Kind of fall in the summer.

 Talking about others 
With some who talk about me after,
  I never let much of me be noticed, seen or loved.

  I hide, hide my body in the shadows
  Of the memories of those 
Who still remember me...