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THE HAPPY BUDDHA
Color my world Like a rainbow with a symphony and harvest of pinks, indigos and jades
Let the yellow of sunshine Splash upon my face Like the dust of a dandelion
May the crimson haze of a new moon Find its way to my heart And melt any shadows Like silver in a refinery
May the pastels of our lives Come alive And paint a palette of happiness That will long be remembered As the sun dips beneath the horizon And the loon sings its last song of duske
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