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The day both glistens and is gray.
The breeze flows like a stream,
If only I could find the time,
Oh, what a day...
The breeze flows like a stream,
And the tree tops do sway.
If only I could find the time,
To while away a few hours,
Just thinking and dreaming,Then that would be,
A day to remember.
Oh, what a day...
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