Why turns sadness
Why turn sadness on me?
When I am free
And independent
At present
The spring brings change
And I shall manage
Its colour
With honor
I love holidays
As they show ways
In leisure time
Try it sometimes
I am one of those
Who has chosen?
No time for goal
But consistently call
Let us know how far it pays
And stays
As luck with favour
I take it as sign of future
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