| See the white and fluffy clouds
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| Adore the sun
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| As he shines his light
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| On each and every one
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| Still, those clouds can hide his light
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| Till the day becomes like night
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| So my light heart would darken too
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| If I ever lost you
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| As the clouds begin to shed
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| Their tears of rain
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| So my aching heart would
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| Shed its tears of pain
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| Till that happy moment when
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| Darkened clouds roll by and then
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| White and fluffy clouds
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| Adore the sun once again
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| When I was young
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| I’d long to touch a cloud
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| On my back on a bed of green
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| I’d contemplate the cloud scene
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| They would form themselves into a lot o' different kinds o' pictures
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| Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind
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| Paintin' the kind o' scene
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| That I never saw on a wide screen
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| Look! |
| Ain’t that Moses on the mount!
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| There! |
| Monte Christo an' a gallant count!
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| Four white horses and a coach
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| Proceeding madly to approach
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| The sunlit castle of his majesty the king
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| Isn’t that a flying saucer
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| And a pilgrim out of Chaucer going by?
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| They’re all right there in a cloud
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| Standing tall and proud
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| How thrilling to see!
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| A panorama that will never end
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| Like the movies do
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| «Cause they’re yours alone
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| An' under your direction
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| How’d y’like the movie
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| That was showin' t’day?
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| An' what a cast!
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| An' not only the casting
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| But a story full of glory everlasting
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| The errant, fluffy clouds
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| Doing everything they have always done
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| Like adore the sun
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| Come out an' do their thing again
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| Stephane Grappelli/Stochelo Rosenberg Solo
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| See the white, fluffy clouds adore the sun
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| As he shines his light on each and every one
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| White and fluffy clouds adore the sun
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| Once again |