Refugee Happiness

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 Happiness are my refugee now

 Who knows where they get tired of 

 to turn around...  

 I call them...  come please 

 I keep getting pillows on bed 

 Still they never come back

 Then the sheets of sun and fog 

 are flying in the air

 Who knows where they are ? 

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 Time slowly runs out...  

 night to dawn

 dawn to night

 how many times day & night pass like this

 Who knows where they are ?

 Who knows where he is?

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 Oh happiness...  come back 

 I will be engrossed in music

 and rest for a while...  

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