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As I got the bad news,
I couldn't do anything,
I just land my head on Salam's shoulder,
And I thought I would cry,
But I didn't.

So I thought I had passed it,
Maybe this is the one time,
That I wouldn't weep.
I even thought I was strong.

But when I got home,
Alone before going to sleep,
My tears started to drench my pillow,
I wasn't strong after all.