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There's a song in my soul for the sun going down |
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When it dies at the end of the day |
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With the sadness descending as soft as the sound |
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Of the life that was slipping away |
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The heavens above me seem empty and gray |
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As dreams that won't ever come true |
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Then the star-spangled glory of love fill the skies |
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And my heart with the wonder of you |
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Pretty berries |
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I carry to you |
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Pretty flowers still hold in your hand |
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Pretty reasons for dreams coming true |
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And for doing the best that you can |
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I swear to be thankful the rest of my days |
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And wear the whatever |
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I doFor the chance |
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I was given to live and believe |
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In the love and the wonder of you |
