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My feet are crying

To go out and walk in the parkillustration-lonely-figure

My hands are crying

To go out and hold other hands

My neck is crying

It wants to go out and be covered with kisses

But it will not happen tonight

So there’s no point in crying

It will not happen tomorrow either

I AM A CHEWING GUM SPAT OUT AND STUCK TO A SHOESOLE