In sweet dreams happy ways grim,
Cheerful decisions and happy passion.
Trimmed little time of mine,
Happy ways and happy hearts.
Mimes lead drowning high waters,
Not so deep but shallow.
Tempers high why let things go,
Struggling up from the happy ways.
Happy surprise and a world so new,
All deserted with sands of time.
All that confines lifeless pride,
And happy sides vanished, suicide.
Noises of dumb feet at laid heights,
Happy wishes do stand alive.
Ahead of a quit, above thee dreams,
Happy ways mere passion disguise.
Yell at the peak of my voice, yes I know,
Happy ways here beyond the spark.
Mere time to pray, some unanswered,
Happy ways of past, the story to torn heart.
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