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What should I call this happy madness |
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That I feel inside of me? |
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Some kind of wild october gladness |
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That I never thought I'd see |
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What has become of all my sadness |
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All my endless lonely sights? |
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Where are my sorrows now? |
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What happened to the frown? |
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And is that self contented clown standing there |
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Ginning in the mirror realy me? |
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I'd like to run through Central Park |
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Carve your initials in the back of every tree |
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I pass for everyone to see |
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I feel that I've gone back to childhood |
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And I'm skipping through the wild wood. |
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So excited that I don't know what to do |
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What do I care if I'm a juvenile? |
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I smile my secret smile |
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Because I know the changes in me is you |
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What should I call this happy madness |
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All this unexpected joy |
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That turned the world into a baby's bouncing toy? |
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The gods are laughing far above |
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One of them gave a little shove |
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And I fell gaily, gladdy madly into love |