Don't Worry, Be Happy

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Remember all the bad dreams

Are not far from reality

Will you write again for me?

And who bade you stop this living art?

Have you forgotten just what you are?

If you don't want to then you could at least pretend

That the paper's your soul and your blood's in the pen

And maybe then you'd see the light

And read the truth that you had to write.

 

If heaven sent you downstream

Where banished eyes haven't been

Would you smile again for me?

Done