keeping up appearances.

When you are carrying a compounded grief

They are too tender to understand

You are keeping up appearances.

Making meals, sweeping floors

When all you want to do

Is curl up under the trees.

Apples to Apples, dust to dust

Replaying lost time

No one can hear about.

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