Happiness is something different
I must say before all and with all,
Harmony is something and something else here.
What I asked you have forgotten and let me
Not repeat again, as we should know
Nothing is there to return.
Just remember, what you are, my dear,
And you are nothing more than a a dish of
Yellow colored ice-cream in this hot summer.
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