Each sleepy night, each morning, day
I am searching warmth of happiness
To plant its seeds to bloom my way.
Life's still not high, I must confess.
How strange and hard the source to find,
Why negatives still pierce my mind?
I want to live a life of wonder
Though usual day becomes a thunder.
Advice's abundant in newspaper
Food diets, yoga, exercise
And make your daily life precise
To goals of life carved out in paper.
There're many secrets - more than twists,
Though happiness in Love exists!
3E
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