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???? Happy Day On Writing! ??? Lyrics: ascend with the early bright's embrace, And expressions remain distant, far away, At dawn's beginning, in morning's grace, I repose in the sunlight of day. I recline as nighttime descends, And the same sentiment follows after me, Fatigued, uninspired, my spirit strives, Bound by weariness and self-weary. Oh, I'm not merely tired, you see, But profoundly exhausted, spirit's melody, Longing for assistance, in my monotony, "Hey there, baby," I implore for a bond. Kindling a blaze, an elusive start, A spark's absence leaves the night stark, This employed gun awaits with an open heart, Even if we're swaying in obscurity. Messages crisper as radio's resonance, In the realm of my abode I move, My reflection's gaze, I'm spellbound, Change beckons, the facade of my groove. In nowhere's realm I seem to reside, Within the manuscript of a life awry, Yet murmurs of change, I can't suppress, Writing A transformation, a waltz, in life's embrace, I kiss. (M) Oh, you can't just initiate day's chronicle, Without a spark, flames remain concealed, A purpose beyond, life's vibrant hue, In the obscurity, we sway, so eager. A roundabout of time, as it turns, Aging against the backdrop of the sun, There's a jest, a jest, my spirit grasps, On me, the humor's light is spun. Shaking the world off daylight's brink, In your laughter, the burden takes flight, Together, the journey, hand in hand, Baby, move with me in the night. In the midst of these town streets, the carving knife, They say, "Stay hungry," to thrive and radiate, Baby, I hunger, I yearn for life, Writing A famished soul, for action to bestow. (US) I'm elated, ecstatic, in life's calligraphy, No more confined to mere thoughts' brook, Love's response, come, just a look, Baby, enkindle my heart, with a soulful curve. Oh, you can't simply start a fire's script, By tears shed for a heart that's tattered, With this employed hand, life sets sail, In the shadows, we move, where we're reborn. A world deteriorating, fears entwined, Yet, in this gun's fire, faith resides, Dancing through the shadows, a love enshrined, Writing In obscurity, we glide, where passion guides. ascend with the early bright's embrace, And expressions remain distant, far away, At dawn's beginning, in morning's grace, I repose in the sunlight of day. I recline as nighttime descends, And the same sentiment follows after me, Fatigued, uninspired, my spirit strives, Bound by weariness and self-weary. Oh, I'm not merely tired, you see, But profoundly exhausted, spirit's melody, Longing for assistance, in my monotony, "Hey there, baby," I implore for a bond. Kindling a blaze, an elusive start, A spark's absence leaves the night stark, This employed gun awaits with an open heart, Even if we're swaying in obscurity. Messages crisper as radio's resonance, In the realm of my abode I move, My reflection's gaze, I'm spellbound, Change beckons, the facade of my groove. In nowhere's realm I seem to reside, Within the manuscript of a life awry, Yet murmurs of change, I can't suppress, Writing A transformation, a waltz, in life's embrace, I kiss. (M) Oh, you can't just initiate day's chronicle, Without a spark, flames remain concealed, A purpose beyond, life's vibrant hue, In the obscurity, we sway, so eager. A roundabout of time, as it turns, Aging against the backdrop of the sun, There's a jest, a jest, my spirit grasps, On me, the humor's light is spun. Shaking the world off daylight's brink, In your laughter, the burden takes flight, Together, the journey, hand in hand, Baby, move with me in the night. In the midst of these town streets, the carving knife, They say, "Stay hungry," to thrive and radiate, Baby, I hunger, I yearn for life, Writing A famished soul, for action to bestow. (US) I'm elated, ecstatic, in life's calligraphy, No more confined to mere thoughts' brook, Love's response, come, just a look, Baby, enkindle my heart, with a soulful curve. Oh, you can't simply start a fire's script, By tears shed for a heart that's tattered, With this employed hand, life sets sail, In the shadows, we move, where we're reborn. A world deteriorating, fears entwined, Yet, in this gun's fire, faith resides, Dancing through the shadows, a love enshrined, Writing In obscurity, we glide, where passion guides. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViazhHwCrFg