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I did sing for rain.
Now it’s damp and cold
And everything’s gray.
Guess I’ll take anything Nature has given,
Even if it’s just a spray.

Both hands on the wheel.
Don’t you wish you could fly?
Pray not be stuck behind,
This jalopy that could use some of these 50mph wind gusts.

Dare fly me to the moon and back
Where love there is measured and stored,
I heard in many stories told,
’tis a much better place than being here in the tarmac tenfold. 

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