| I see trees of green, red roses too
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| I see them bloom for me and for you
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| And I think to myself
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| What a wonderful world
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| I see skies of blue, clouds of white
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| Bright blessed days, dark sacred nights
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| And I think to myself
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| What a wonderful world
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| The colors of a rainbow
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| So pretty in the sky
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| Are also on the faces
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| Of people going by
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| I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do
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| They’re really saying —
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| I love you
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| Somewhere over the rainbow
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| Way up high
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| There’s a land that I’ve heard of
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| Once in a lullaby
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| Somewhere over the rainbow
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| Skies are blue
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| And the dreams that you dare to dream
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| Really do come true
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| Someday I’ll wish upon a star
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| And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
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| Where troubles melt like lemon drops
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| Way above the chimney tops
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| That’s where you’ll find me
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| The colors of the rainbow
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| So pretty in the sky
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| Are also on the faces
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| Of people passing by
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| I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do
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| They’re really saying I love you
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| I see skies of blue, clouds of white
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| Bright blessed days, dark sacred nights
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| And I think to myself
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| What a wonderful world
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| If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
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| Why-oh-why can’t I? |