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Happiness by mike bullock Everyone longs for happiness But few possess it's fruit It's easier to wear a mask Than give away your suit As we are all self centred We care for number one Concerned with all our pressing needs No wonder we're so glum. The answer is to leave our nest Where we prefer to lie And look upon another's need As to ourselves we die Then all that inward, stagnant self Will turn into a place Where love and sympathy abounds Filled daily by His grace. |
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