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Those Happy Moments
A poor girl becomes a princess, a father brings his girl a dress, a sailor selects a tattoo, a killer decides to confess. A lover will pick a flower, a priest puts on his bright white collar, a guru receives a student, the freedom of the press. Oh happy days, a life of misery doesn't seem to matter-- with happy moments. A puppy in the hands of a toddler, a baby born to a mammal, a life of a little butterfly and metamorphosis. The arms of a touchdown maker, the thumbs of a movie critic, the laugh of my lovely daughter smiling at the eyes of her mother. Those happy moments, a life of misery doesn't seem to matter-- with happy days.
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