Overlooking the lake,
The water shimmers
And her tears glisten.
She counts each teardrop
One, two, three,
And wonders if they could be named.
The sun burns her soft skin,
Yet she wouldn't leave.
One, two, three
She continues to count.
Sometimes she wonders if the tears would never end,
And she would have to sit by the pier
And count her tears
Till the end of days.
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