"From the corner of my left eye
A teardrop persists from a past cry
All glare at my tear, felt shy
Guess I am that type of a guy
Question marks on their faces walking by
A tear streak so visible I couldn't lie
Instead of being caged, elevated me so high
Laughter tears are a miracle, they don't die
Lingers on my face so sweet like an apple pie
Above any clouds in the sky
Each time, made me fly"
- Louis Mercier
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