This time is my time to think about the spring
and all those little bluebirds that have a song to sing.
And when my thoughts are on them
my heart is singing too, singing like a fool
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Weep no more for days all gone.
Let them lay to rest.
Look upon a time to come
when thou will be blessed,
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Morning skies of blue,
morning drops of dew,
some overhead,
some beneath my feet,
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The people in our country have set aside a day
to celebrate with family, a day on which they pray
that giving thanks for all they have will make them think again
that many are not as fortunate and then they'll say Amen.
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And pray tell why was it you
that came and took my mind?
Was it that you searched for me
or was I not your find?
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Oh to be grown up I used to say
because I did not understand
that when I was saying it, much to my surprise
it would drift away like sand.
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We would lie in the grass and clover
and search for a four-leafed one.
And just the searching together,
even if we found none
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She burns the midnight oil.
She rubs her tired eyes.
She paces in her bare feet
and thinks of starry skies.
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All the roses that I see now
I planted where you're not.
And all of those roses still do bloom
in my favorite spot.
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Aren't we sick of yesterdays
that got us where we are?
All the yesterdays that got us here
and still we've not gotten far.
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