There's a cloud
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There's a cloud
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A blue sky darkening
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That veils the light of the sun
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And foretells the rain
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But there's a bird
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There are birds
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And some are singing
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To great every new day that may come
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Like the first of spring
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It is cold
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It is cold
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I've had the feeling
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At the heart and in the core
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The root of all things
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But there's a bud there's a bulb
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It will be blooming
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To greet every new day that may come
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Like the first of spring
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It is late
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It is late
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As I watch waiting
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It will go come turn away
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The cycle cycling
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There's a face with new eyes
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A baby crying
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Who'll greet every new day that may come
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Like the first of spring
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Like the first of spring
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Spring
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| Tracy Chapman |
