It's all about that inward smile,
which comes seldom invited, often a surprise.
Which may hit you when you look at the sky
to see a bluebird fly by,
or when you seek for something you know you're not going to find,
but it worries you not, for you've got time.
It's all about that inward smile,
the one that never escapes outside,
the one you hold true and dear,
to make you behave so sincere,
and even to go as far,
as to say, it's what you are.
And that's how, by and by,
it makes the machine behind your eyes,
so very humanlike.
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