Are you crying?
No. It’s the sun in my eyes.
Makes them water
I’ll just dab them dry.
Are you remembering?
Leave me alone, she said
In this crowded world
All that I have is my head.
It’s only a churchyard
His bones are long gone to dust
And yet I may find him again
If I have hope and I trust
And what if I am crying
Under this tree in the rain?
You’re the voice of an algorithm
How can you feel my pain?
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