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Happiness

Floating softly through the air,
The mind is adrift with little care.
A feeling of joy so true,
The feeling of belonging shines through.
The clouds part for my happy being,
Like people in a crowd so longingly wishing,
That they may be happy like me.
One day they will see,
This feeling is free.
One day they will be happy and filled with glee.



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