How odd life is, kicking against the wind, trying to find happiness. Happiness, being content with what you have, being content with life, or struggle. Struggle as it were to reach some lofty goal, to hope for a better life.
Well, life, love, happiness
Ah, grasp my hand, let us live, let us be happy
Imagine you are hovering over the valley, all the cars move below...
This is unfinished
Well, life, love, happiness
Ah, grasp my hand, let us live, let us be happy
Imagine you are hovering over the valley, all the cars move below...
This is unfinished
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