Happier Days
Trumpets sound, the church bells ring,
The organ plays while the choir boys sing.
Everyone is trying to sing in tune,
Happiness permeates the room
Smiling faces, Heads held high,
Voices floating up in the sky
Many voices raised in praise
Trumps in prison, happier days!
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