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Half way to happiness, The whole way back again, Stumbling up the stubborn hill From the luring lane.
Little sunset House of Hearts Standing all alone, I could come and sweep the leaves From your stepping stone.
I, and he, could light your fires Laughing at the rain But O it's far to Happiness, A short way back again.