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Cry for me with all the strength
that your wounded soul will allow.
Cry out my name if you need to,
let the emptiness pass through you,
let the pain burn and purify
the shadows that dwell in you.
Cry for me as the rain cries
on the cracked ground,
as the river seeks the sea,
as the sun hides behind the mountain,
with every tear, a sigh,
with every cry, an echo of the soul.
Don't hold back from tearing,
for out of sadness comes the light,
like the flower that in the storm
clings to its root.
Give me the cry, give me the cry,
let me be the voice of your mourning.