Happy Days
Happy Days were the ways of the young.
Smiling never having to worry.
Always working towards a Happy future.
Planning big dreams that you thought would come true.
Happy Days were the days when you lived out your dreams.
Hoping for a better life, to come along.
Not wanting to go back to where you were.
Happy Days were the ways of the young.
Hoping for more fun times!
Just for them to be crushed,
Because people wanted you to rush.
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