He walks through the fields,
Singing his song of happiness,
he claps as his dog wags his tail,
They are both happy,
He spreads his wings,
Like floating in space,
He's breathing tranquility,
When he laughs like a manic,
And smiles just randomly,
like nobody's business,
being it cloudy or sunny,
He is happy,
He has never known any blues,
Since he chose happiness.
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