| Strange how a dreary world
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| Can suddenly change
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| To a world as bright
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| As the evening star
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| Queer, what a difference
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| When your vision is clear
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| And you see things
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| As they really are
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| I used to be color-blind
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| But I met you and now I find
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| There’s green in the grass
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| There’s gold in the moon
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| There’s blue in the skies
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| That semi-circle
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| That was always hanging about
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| Is not a storm cloud, it’s a rainbow
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| And you brought the colors out
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| Believe me it’s really true
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| 'Til I met you, I never knew
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| A setting sun could paint
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| Such beautiful skies
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| I never knew there were such lovely colors
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| And the big surprise
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| Is the red in your cheeks
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| The gold in your hair
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| The blue in your eyes
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| Believe me it’s really true
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| 'Til I met you, I never knew
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| A setting sun could paint
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| Such beautiful skies
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| I never knew there were such lovely colors
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| And the big surprise
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| Is the red in your cheeks
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| The gold in your hair
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| The blue in your eyes |