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Tears that would not stop!

Standing at a traffic light
On a cold and frosty night

Seeming from a land far
A boy tiptoed to my car

His clothes were tattered
And face seemed battered

Barefooted he walked
Little fingers knocked

Silent was his feeble stare
His misery I could not bear

The light became green
I had to leave the scene

His face I could not forget
An ordeal huge I was beset

My limbs became numb
My mind became dumb

Then spilled drop by drop
Tears that would not stop!

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