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Happy Song
I am beginning to forget
The happy song we know
It comes into my aching head
When at the evening glow
I gaze in hope to ease my pain
Imagining a tree
Your olive tree in pouring rain
That I shall never see
I still recall the spring has sprung
We ran around the flower pots
Since then we never felt so young
I picked for you forget-me-nots
The clouds drifted slowly by
And I was lying on my bed
You wiped a tear from your eye
I didn’t want to notice that.
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Gregory Colodub
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