| Spring is thinking about springing
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| Bellflowers are thinking about ringing
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| What joys tomorrow will bring in
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| Guess we’ll know come morning
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| The grass is thinking about greening
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| The birds are thinking about singing
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| What songs I can only imagine
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| Guess we’ll hear come morning
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| It has been a long, slow fight
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| Between hapless days and starless nights
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| But things are changing, changing
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| What changes tomorrow will bring
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| Guess we’ll know come morning
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| The waves are thinking about crashing
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| On shores that are everlasting
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| Oh, how beautiful its fashion
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| Maybe I’ll swim come morning
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| It has been a long, slow fight
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| Between hapless days and starless nights
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| But things are changing, changing
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| What changes tomorrow will bring
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| Guess we’ll know come morning
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| Come over and pass the time
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| Watch the clock
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| Where there’s rhythm, there’s rhyme
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| Wait for the day to come alive
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| What life tomorrow will bring
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| Guess we’ll know come morning
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| What changes tomorrow will bring
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| Guess we’ll know come morning
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| What joys tomorrow will bring
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| Guess we’ll know come morning |