Teardrops flow one after another
On his face like a chain of pearls,
Every each is laden with a memoir
Of her lips tenderly caressing his lips.
She is moving and she is going alone
So the chained pearls dangle and sway,
It drops to the marble floor one by one
As they do so they cry "Why, why, why?"
Broken are not only the beautiful pearls
But also his heart into cold smithereens,
Let them all go back to the beginning thus
In him Pearls be and an unbroken heart stays.
"Don't go my daring," begged he "Let me
Find the pearls in the sea to make a chain",
So saying he left and on his return from sea
With her pearls she was long gone to heaven.
In her memory he's decided to produce
A chain of pearls from the oceanic floor,
But he's ended up with two chains of pearls
One from the sea and one from his tears for her.
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