Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
   Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather in the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more...
   
 
   Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
 
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
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Sometimes my tears flow slowly
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