Redundant, redundancy, but the chorus goes on
We hate, we love - alternately but with consistency
We laugh, we cry - but always with the same reason
Remembering, remembrance, all these in abundance...
Are you happy? Your dad asks me in concern one morning
He is a good man and I envy him his son but wondering
Why the question - should I feel the suggested meaning
The son is indeed a fine man, too fine for one woman...
Laughing, laughter, alone mostly, but I must carry on
We doubt, we believe - but in the end, one recourse
Not to dismantle but to prop up, hold tight, cleave
Thinking, thoughts - but always with you as the reason.
Wonderful words Doris, producing smiles. let us all take note of your final line. Thank you
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