It takes so little to make me happy
I like them small things, nothing too fancy
It takes so less to satisfy me
A smile or a thank you, and I'm at ease.
It doesn't take much to please me
Just say you remember, or you'd do it for me
Very little effort will appease me
Just tuck me in bed or hug me when I'm up.
Is that why, world, for granted
You always take me?
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