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When you weep , woman!
the salt of your cry is healing the Heaven`s asthma
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When you weep , woman , all the water of the world
It`s found out in your eyes as two lakes
Wich mirrored the evening star in the hammock
Standin` to drop in the sadness of clay
When you leave to drop the bitter tears
Without asking a thing or even speaking
It`s like you would be preparing of resurrection
Melting in your cry the saltwork
Therefore nobody has the right
To judge - in a way or another - your cry
Which in you griped the gentleness of the world
To keep it in the heat of your chest
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