| Don't Be Scared |
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| When, whenever Paul thinks of rain |
| Swallows fall in a wave |
| And tap on his window with their beaks |
| And when Paul thinks of snow |
| Soft winds blow round his head |
| And the phone rings just once |
| Late at night, like a bird calling out |
| «Won't you wake up, Paul? |
| Don’t be scared, don’t believe you’re all alone» |
| «Wake, wake up Paul,» whisper clouds rolling by |
| And the seeds falling from the branches |
| Out from the branches, and they’re |
| Falling from the branches of the trees |
