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| Happiness is in the clouds on a Sunday afternoon |
| Full and soft like a wild mushroom |
| Bringing a smile to whom they are around |
| From the heavens above to those on the ground |
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| For the angels they're nice and soft |
| To rest upon in our earth's loft |
| Watching over dreams and memories |
| To fill them with joyful times and happenings |
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| Sit back and look at the shapes that appear |
| From far away lands to frolicking deer |
| Through the sky like the dragonfly |
| They dance and soar and fly |
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