'You're making me happy -
it's so hard to believe.
You're making me happy
and I might have to leave.
I can't see the future,
so I really can't stay.
I can't see the future,
so I'm going away.
Some day we'll meet each other -
we might even mention regret.
Some day we'll meet each other
and wonder how close we could get.
You're making me happy -
please don't think I'll forget.
You're making me happy,
I'm just not happy yet.'
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