Happiness comes, happiness
goes,
Sometimes a heart overflows.
When the tide sweeps out
to sea,
You'll stand alone, and
lonely be.
Feeling the warmth of the
sun this late,
The warmth, just cannot
penetrate.
Earth is there, smothers
the fire,
What can be done, there's
no desire.
When the tide sweeps out
to sea,
You'll stand alone, and
lonely be.
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