Look at her
She has many deep wounds
Many ghostly scars
Yet her flesh has not a scratch
She is starving to the bone
Yet she is healthily plump
She is very sad
Yet a smile on her face
She is very ill
But she holds a clean bill of health
She has quite a load on her hands
Yet quite really her hands are empty
Look deeper my friend
You can find all these
Within not her flesh...
But her soul
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