She Knows the Art
She knows the art
when I am troubled
and life is biting me
she comes galloping
with spoonful of smiles
to smear in my heart
Lucky my being is
fortunate my soul is
the face that smiles
the hand that holds
is everything I need
when life is hot red
She knows how to do it
pearl of my heart knows
secrets to refill my joy × 2
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