Happiness on cycle wheels,
Not on high heals...
Not on high heals...
Happiness is song sung loud,
Not a unseen silver cloud...
Not a unseen silver cloud...
Happiness is getting wet in rain,
Not watching through a window pane...
Not watching through a window pane...
Happiness is to remain,
Not a unknown terrain...
Not a unknown terrain...
Happiness is to be contented,
Not a complex confinement...
Not a complex confinement...
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