Oh Sharon you’re so strong!
You always get up, you always move on.
Oh, Sharon, how do you fare?
You make it look easy, like you never cared.
Oh, Sharon, I wish I were you.
Without all the pain you went through.
Oh, Sharon, you were meant to suffer.
So I could see agony with a buffer.
Oh, Sharon, I thank you.
For doing the work that I’d never do.
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