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If you want the reasons |
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For the changing of the seasons |
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And you want to know why |
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Blue is the colour of the sky |
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Then you've missed the point completely |
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And a little child smiles sweetly |
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Cause he hasn't had the time |
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To learn to ask the question why |
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If i could show you the sky... |
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If i could show you why... |
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If i could show you... |
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If i could show you... |
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The years pass by unnoticed |
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And i have no need to protest |
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And i know you feel the same way |
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Even though you never have to speak |
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The pain of joy is equal |
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To the joy of pain the sequel |
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Is as sure as the minutes |
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The hours and the days of every week |
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But sometimes when the clouds obscure the sun |
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I wonder why my day |
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Is as narrow as the road |
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That winds upon its way |
