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Work through my disguise

Ask a funny question, tell a funny lie

Bear my sadness

Rise with my happiness

The little things keep us going

Things the world can go without knowing

I rose with you

Helped when you were blue

Read our stories on these broken pages

Or burn them and leave the dust to the ages

I feel you crying

You heard my smiling

Everything is known, nothing gets by

To, perhaps. To you, never will I lie