Once again, she pretends,
all is right and fair,
Once again the world is blind to
the burden that she bears.
From falling leaves unto autumn's bosom,
To the very first bloom of spring,
Through all the years, through sun and snow,
She'll be hiding everything.
And while you are in deep, deep slumber,
She'll stay up and she'll cry,
For that is when she is free,
From prying eyes and lies.
So the next time you walk past a smiling stranger,
With no sign or mark of grief,
Just stop to wonder, we all have chains,
Appearances can deceive.
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