Happiness stays where it wants to,
Not only with the rich,
Nor only with the poor.
Happiness chooses its own home,
It rests with the rich and the poor alike,
Silent, unexplainable.
Happiness comes without warning,
It never tells when it will arrive,
Nor when it will leave.
Happiness stays where it wants to,
And may it find me always,
Even in my moments of sadness.
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