Happiness it hurt, like a train on a track
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners, and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses, and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it way down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over, the dog days are done
The horses are coming, so you better run
Run
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is special dedication to all for love, friendship, sharing image picture.
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