A tear for a beggar,
A tear for a clown,
A tear for an ass,
and a tear lost and found,
On the ground where it lays,
Sunlight piercing its flesh,
A rain begins falling,
and she's soaking wet,
My Love, I call,
don't lay there and drown,
pick yourself up and off of the ground,
Why do you sit there and weep,
when I'm here to assist,
take my hand lightly,
and be free from this mess,
You say I betrayed you,
twisted and played,
I wounded you deeply,
and blood is what's paid,
The dagger in hand,
inlaid with ruby and jade,
it glimmers in sunlight,
yet drips in the shade.
Author notes
For a love that bled to death and which stains my hands red.
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