The sky is muddy gray
With threats of a stormy day
But the birds still sing.
On the horizon looking east
The sun cannot break through
Yet in the trees birds still sing.
In the distance far west from here
Dark clouds wrestle and roil
Don't fret, just listen, the birds still sing.
With threats of a stormy day
But the birds still sing.
On the horizon looking east
The sun cannot break through
Yet in the trees birds still sing.
In the distance far west from here
Dark clouds wrestle and roil
Don't fret, just listen, the birds still sing.
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