you just want to go there at once
chasing for happiness only is a guise
but first be happy then leave here
else you would move tons of times
a dream for the future raised so high
you blind eye around just care to fly
for coming your future dream to life
don't let the present truth go to die
moments come to us in white then roll by
color them with bliss or else you will sigh
don't take your brush just for coming days
they will be undyed too, you won't espy why
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