Happy people

he used smile,

his smile can be 

seen for a mile

He thinks his face

 is an answer that 

you can't erase

he likes the beauty

of another girls face

He always hides in 

the dark and 

she shows her spark

They always get asked,

"how are you?"

and they always answer

"fine how bout you?"

they're the happy people

i want to be happy people

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