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| Happiness is in the blossoms on a sunshiny day |
| Their scent so high with a buzz so gay |
| Of bees and breezes wild and soft |
| Flowing through your mind |
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| Flowers poke their faces through |
| The ferns to catch the warmth |
| They appear as if they're looking at you |
| And sending smiles forth |
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| The sun is their keeper |
| And the earth their abode |
| The water their salvation |
| And where the whirling winds strode |
| Sit the flowers sent by God |
| Amongst the ferns and goldenrod |
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