she shrugs off her sorrow
and lifts up her chin,
tells me:
"laughter is the best medicine."
friend,
show me where the gash is,
and in sackcloth and ashes
I'll weep with your heart as it weeps.
and lifts up her chin,
tells me:
"laughter is the best medicine."
friend,
show me where the gash is,
and in sackcloth and ashes
I'll weep with your heart as it weeps.
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