The three nice things
That move in a ring
Are the words of cheer
That are nice and dear
The first thing is dream
That is soft like cream
And is pleasant and alive
That helps me survive
Then next comes the moment
That is perfect and prominent
And makes a shining day
In so many different ways
And last is the memory
That I keep in my diary
For it makes me smile
When I’m sad for a while
And all the three things
That move in a ring
Are the words I need
For a nice life to lead.
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