| I can tell like the ring of a bell
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| A chime that is clear and true
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| But if a crack, the sound is flat
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| Like happiness that’s become untrue
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| Out of the East, the sun flew West
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| Trailing its golden spray
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| My heart burns, when fortune turns
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| The trail to light my way
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| Days go by, I watch the sky
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| My eyes forever quest
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| The sun returns, though my hope yearns
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| Forever things point the rest
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| Sun heart burns, moon glow turns
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| Stars will trade hope for happiness
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| Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness
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| Flowers grow wild, just for the child
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| Sniff this sprinkling bloom
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| When you grow up, hope colours up
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| The things that cause us gloom
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| Tell can you now how fun is made?
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| It’s how happiness is really found
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| Look for advice, be told more than twice
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| By people all around
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| Sun heart burns, moon glow turns
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| Stars will trade hope for happiness
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| Hope for happiness, happiness, happiness |