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Happy's Love is Near
Each & every year
Flows before his face
Happy's love is near
Slowing the pace
One knee on his chest
Freedom in your hands
He's ready to rest
In the distant lands
Our room is all black
& needs some deep red
Life is what we lack
We will soon be dead
Sinking like a knife
His spirit descends
The room's full of life
The drear at last re-ends
Flows before his face
Happy's love is near
Slowing the pace
One knee on his chest
Freedom in your hands
He's ready to rest
In the distant lands
Our room is all black
& needs some deep red
Life is what we lack
We will soon be dead
Sinking like a knife
His spirit descends
The room's full of life
The drear at last re-ends
Published 3rd Jan 2014
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