The melancholy of memories

Cry if your must, rent your garment if you must
In those tears we found solace
In the quiet place of soft sobers we gain strength
And in the hidden, we become the truth we desire

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Bound to fail, we are only humans
Bound to cry, we are not dermi-god
Let the tears roll, let the pain wash away
Only until sunset does sunrise comes.

In the melancholy of memories are hidden pain and joy
In the tears comes a healing power
Let them flow, until they wash away the pain of yesterday