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Happiness is real you say
Well let me show you how
This purpose is casualty
I’ll hand you off this way

If everything is black again
Will the clasp we have fade; Perhaps

Possibly I’m not around
Or I’m just found
Perhaps I know forever more
And maybe you just around

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