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Happiness

What I want is to get time to stop—
I'm not the first and I won't be the last.

There's a little boat—a ketch or a yawl?
I always confuse them...,

But it sails.
It sails underneath two clouds drifting by.

The Sun and Moon are not two
sides of the same coin, but

Every day and every night I swear
to myself I will change.