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How many tears had the Doctor shed,
Before his sorrow was thoroughly fed?
How many times has the Doctor wept,
Comfortless, until he slept?
Each day, after the close,
It was enough to water a Rose.
When he realized she could never come home,
And that he was left to hopelessly roam.
After the angel made them blink,
And she said goodbye with a final wink;
Nourishing an almost bond,
Flowed enough to fill two Ponds.
Finally, a River,
And, alone, he was left to shiver;
When after the final breath,
Greeted like an old friend, was Death.
- A. Yenzer