Happiness is being home again,
Happiness is walking in the rain.
Happiness is waking with no pain.
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After all is said and done,
What are we?
Are we gold or silver,
Or a sparkling diamond in the rough?
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I hear your voice,
Anytime,
Of the day or night.
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I had a dream, that I could fly,
On gossamer wings, in the clear blue skies.
Floating above the Earth below,
Going where the air currents chose to go.
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A dream just died,
Wasted away.
A long time it cried,
It hoped to stay.
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