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I CRY NO MORE MOM, WHERE ARE YOU… The winter is cold, same as the milk! The cats have eaten my loaf of bread… I shall not cry! DAD… Can you hear the hunter’s gun As he shoots my swans?! The river has turned into red I shall not cry! GRANDMA… The cakes looked heavenly delicious The ones you left on the fireplace… But the fire reached them and they were burned! I shall not cry!