My father says
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That children keep growing
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Rivers keep flowing too
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My father says
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He doesn't know why
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But somehow or other they do
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They do
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Some how or other they do
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A hundred million miracles
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A hundred million miracles
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Are happ'ning ev'ry day
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And those who say
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They don't agree
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Are those
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Who do not hear or see
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A hundred million miracles
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A hundred million miracles
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Are happ'ning ev'ry day
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Miracle of changing weather
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When a dark blue curtain
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Is pinned by the stars
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Pinned by the stars to the sky
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Ev'ry flow'r
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And tree is a treat to see
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The air is very clean and dry
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Then a wind comes blowing
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The pins all away
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Night is confused and upset
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The sky falls down
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Like a clumsy clown
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The flowers
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And the trees get wet
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Very wet
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A hundred million miracles
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A hundred million miracles
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Are happ'ning ev'ry day
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And when the wind
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Shall turn his face
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The pins
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Are put right back in place
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A hundred million miracles
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A hundred million miracles
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Are happ'ning ev'ry day
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In ev'ry single minute
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So much is going on
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Along the Yangtse Kiang
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Or the Tiber or the Don
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A hundred million miracles
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A swallow in Tasmania
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Is sitting on her eggs
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And suddenly
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Those eggs have wings
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And eyes and beaks and legs
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A hundred million miracles
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A little girl in Chungking
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Just thirty inches tal
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Decides that she
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Will try to walk
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And nearly doesn't fall
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A hundred million miracles
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A hundred million miracles
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A hundred million miracles
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A hundred million miracles
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Are happ'ning ev'ry day
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My father says the sun
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Will keep rising over
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The eastern hill
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My father says
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He doesn't know
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Why but somehow
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Or other it will
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It will
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Somehow or other it will
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Miracle of making music
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When an idle poet
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Puts words on a page
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Writes on a page
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With his brush
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A musical friend
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Writes the notes to blend
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Suggested
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By an idle thrush
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Then a young soprano
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Reads what they wrote
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Learns every note
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Every word
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Puts all they wrote
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In her lovely throat
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And suddenly
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A song is heard
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Very pretty
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A hundred million miracles
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A hundred million miracles
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A hundred million miracles
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Are happ'ning ev'ry day
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A Hundred Million Miracles
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Lea Salonga |