You know that person, the walking gloom

They bring that funeral feeling to any room

The sun shines bright one a brand new day

But their toothy scowl soon chases it away

Mirrors crack as they go by

Bird in every direction fly

It never occurs that just once in a while

The difference in the world when you simply






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