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Reset Happy

Reset Happy

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Clouds plucked the sun from the sky,

The vesper whispered why,

To remember not to repeat,

No use, so don't pry.


I surrendered to the sacred night,

Promised, I won’t sin this time,

The midnight night melody was sung,

And the sun came to life.


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