| I don’t need much to be happy,
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| Four walls and a roof over head,
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| Books and food in my belly, cold sheets upon the bed.
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| A fire that worms out December, the sound of a thought in the east,
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| Sometimes it’s hard to remember how tough we are to please.
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| All in good time, somehow I find days that still shine little lights.
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| All in good stare, I’m safe and I’m fed,
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| The dreams in my head couldn’t hide.
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| The field of my hand being taken, driving at night all alone,
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| The plays on a warm summer evening and I’m coming home.
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| All in good time, somehow you find days that still shine little lights.
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| All in good stare, you’re safe and you’re fed,
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| The dreams your my head couldn’t last.
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| Don’t need much to be happy,
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| A friend, a soft and a fall
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| Something to show for my labors,
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| After all, I had learned to be grateful.
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| I had to learn how to see
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| Mistakes that might have proved faithful
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| Are gifts I now receive. |