Tears.

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They start their journey,
One by one,
Seeming as if a marching band travelling across well known lands,
They know when to fall,
They know when to move,
They know when to start invading the home that they will own soon,
An army they are,
And as strong as they'll be,
Once one moves all the others follow,
But as they drop into the unknown abyss,
They know their doing it for a reason,
They know that as soon as one drops,
An army of tears is to follow.

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