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Crying
She had been crying again,
You could tell,
One might wonder why
A beautiful woman
Would dwell in tears,
But who knows what hell
She had been through,
Was contemplating,
What dancing demons
Played her mind,
Perhaps Cohen knew
This well when he
Penned Suzanne,
Or Picasso as he drew
Weeping Woman.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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