She wept, she wept all through the day,
She wept into the night;
And neither sun nor misty moon
Dared penetrate her sight.
She wept until the water flowed
In rivulets and rills;
She wept as if she could not stop.
But now her weeping stills.
There, silently, in one small flash,
A star peeks through the tears
It glimmers briefly in the clouds
And then it disappears.
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