Happiness. It's relative.

Seven women came looking for news
Stood at the door with their empty bags
The news they had was wrinkled and old
They wanted new cuts, slices of life
No! No! Don’t make news just for us
Don’t go to any trouble, don’t fuss
Just give us what is in your hands
What you feel with your sore fingers
Parcel it out evenly, be fair to us
Fill our bags so we aren’t empty
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