Happiness Quote #7030544
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happiness comes from withinhappiness doesn't come very oftenhappiness

happiness comes from within
happiness doesn't come very often
happiness doesn't stay for very long
but when happiness does come around,
there's no feeling like it

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posted January 26, 2015 at 1:27am UTC tagged with happiness, love, quote

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