Happiness. It's relative.
Other people have hummingbirds They know things I don't know Magic they read in books, their mothers' notes I lost those chapters They have other secrets Instructions pasted in scrapbooks, songs All the words to every verse I heard them once on the radio It's easy, the woman said Fill it with sugar water, boiled and cooled They won't know you doubted everything I waited by the window and they came
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