and I know it pleases her
I have her eyes, you know
and what she lost,
a pain under the ribs
that doubles you over
She sings in the early morning
and I like her disguise,
with the jaunty sparrows
that captured her flight
And I have all this, everyday
and she does it for me
and of course, my brother and sister,
she is there now lifting our father
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