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Her day was born in |
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shades of blue |
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Her song was sad |
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the words were true |
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Her morning came too fast too soon |
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And died before the afternoon |
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Poor lady day could |
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use some love some sunshine |
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Lady day has too much rain |
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Poor lady day could use |
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some spring some breezes |
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Lady day has too much pain |
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It's such a lonely face |
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Such a cloud |
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Such a cloudy sky |
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So many shadows in her eye |
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So many empty dreams |
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So many bitter times |
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Just a handful |
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Of broken rhymes |
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Poor lady day could |
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use a smile some kindness |
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Lady day has too much rain |
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Poor lady day could use |
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some dreams some flowers |
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Lady day has too much pain |
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Just too much to say |
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Just to much to know |
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Too little time to say hello |
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And then the evening comes |
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And now she doesn't cry |
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And it's t |
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And now she doesn't cry |
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And it's too late to say |
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Good-bye |
