Happiness is like
walking on a spike
when going to the seashore
But I'm not quite sure
What is the spike?
It is something I cannot escape
It's a storm bringer scrapped
By a seashell when climbing
To the top of the Everest
Or in a bird's nest.
walking on a spike
when going to the seashore
But I'm not quite sure
What is the spike?
It is something I cannot escape
It's a storm bringer scrapped
By a seashell when climbing
To the top of the Everest
Or in a bird's nest.
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