I skip over cobblestones,
Under trees of cherry red
In this dappled lane
I find I'm happy again
I breath in the air
Silvery and fresh
A bubble of laughter
Builds in my chest
A pulse that is steady
My heart beats alive
I never want to come down
From these glorious heights
Oh to be happy
This must be divine
My skin will burst
Full of this golden light
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