I don’t cry, I don’t like to weep,
Call me a chauvinist,
Call me whatever you like.
But I don’t cry,
Strange how you made me shed,
Tears that I have long protected,
Things that are privy to none
You made me cry,
That night I shall cherish,
When I realized how selfish
How greedy, I had become,
For love is for us.
No, it’s not mine
Not yours alone.
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