You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
A laugh can get out before you can stop it, at something daft a friend says across the table, and a second later the guilt can arrive. For a moment you weren't carrying them, and it can feel as though you let go of their hand.
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