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If I could only weep, / I think sweet help with my salt tears would come, / To ease the cruel pain that is so dumb, / And will not let me sleep.
Down in my heart, down deep / A poisoned arrow burns. It would fall out / And tears would wash the wound, I have no doubt, / If I could only weep.
Maybe my pulse would leap, / And bring one thrill back, of a vanished day, / Instead of throbbing in this dull, dead way, / If I could only weep.
O silent Fates who steep / Nectar or gall for us through all the years, / Take what thou wilt, but give me back my tears, / And let me weep and weep.