

Why I Cry...Why I Cry By Nicolette Pineda I did not know you well. We met in the past long ago. You were young, kind, shy, and sweet.Why I Cry...
From first impressions I knew that I wanted to get to know you I wanted to be your friend or at least your acquaintance But we had completely different lives We did not become friends like I had hoped
But when we saw each other
We were polite And that is how I remember you. So when I heard you died my heart ached and I felt sorrow You were young, kind, shy, and sweet And in my mind you always will be But I did not cry I
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