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She could teach the saints a thing or two about patience Juggling people like balls in the air never letting one fall down In some quiet corner she ponders what she's lost Being everything to everyone regardless of the cost She could dine with kings and scale the heights of decency There's an air of acceptance that hers is the door that's never closed In some quiet corner she wonders to herself Where are all the spare arms to wrap around herself I feel her warmth share in it's glow Feast on that smile as it breaks and unfolds I try to give back a little of everything you've showed me Richer for you but I'm poorer alone Richer for you but I'm poorer alone Alone Poorer alone Poorer alone She could teach the saints a thing or two about patience Gives more than ever taken She makes time when there is none in the day In some quiet corner I watch her from the wings The stage she does command but she's no star in anything