1 | And the oneself had blown dry tear! | |
2 | You cannot spot my frailness for I have wiped my tears try . | |
3 | And let me be Your handkerchief, To gently dry Your tears wept. | |
4 | For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains | |
5 | Alan woke with the early-morning sun gently warming his face. |