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| Happiness is under an umbrella |
| Keeping nice and dry |
| While walking through the rain |
| And watching the heavens cry |
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| Sometimes the world gets dry and dusty |
| And also just a little bit musty |
| So to work the angels will go |
| To give the world a stunning glow |
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| Everything smells sweet and all is wet |
| The hue of the clouds, soft grays and violet |
| The stars start to flicker and softly shine |
| The world all around, heavenly divine |
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