Whom in the morning you first talk
Whom you take for evening walk
Who can listen you humming with bath
Who can touch wet hairs in scarf
The happiest man is the one
Who sleeps in your arms
Who breaths in your dreams
With his fingers in your hairs
Those words you speak in his ears
The happiest man is the one
Whom you wake up in the morning
With your lips cause I can feel
I would have been the happiest
If I would have been Him...The happiest Man
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