It doesn't help the rumbling heart by prolonging the inevitable to which will shatter it deeper to it's void, to an endless distress

Don't cry to a less
By sorrowing won't help the heart, to which happy thoughts come by
To a beautiful song, memory of fun, laughter, good old times

Don't cry to which it's gone past, not later
To which now the badness will be gone
you are here, you are present

To know that the distress will only last now, not future times

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