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Happiness


Deserted island stranded and I only need one thing,

not material but the ability sing,

the motive to dance,

moxey to laugh when I can't find my pants,

Happiness is all I will ever need,

if I can stay happy deserted island or not,

life will be okay! Or at least by first thought...

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