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Where we live spring comes early |
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Trees in bloom when the northern country |
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is covered in snow |
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A windy fitful day in winter |
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charging toward the Ides of May |
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The climate now is cling to splinters |
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We hold hands while we work and play |
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and hope tomorrow is a sunny day |
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Where we live men are women |
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Women are teenage boys |
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and everyone wants to look like them, |
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but be like men |
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A windy fitful day in winter |
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charging toward the Ides of May |
[00:54.71] |
The climate now is cling to splinters |
[00:57.91] |
We hold hands while we work and play |
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and hope tomorrow is a sunny day |
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Rubens would have loved you |
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and painted you that way |
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With your pen and paper, |
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paying quiet attention to a lady with a plastic face |
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So thin, so thin she might blow away |
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A windy fitful day in winter |
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charging toward the Ides of May |
[01:31.52] |
The climate now is cling to splinters |
[01:34.67] |
We hold hands while we work and play |
[01:37.82] |
A windy fitful day in winter |
[01:41.02] |
charging toward the Ides of May |
[01:44.17] |
The climate now is cling to splinters |
[01:47.47] |
We hold hands while we work and play |
[01:50.61] |
and hope tomorrow is a sunny day |
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