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Tuesday, March 22, 2005
neverland ;I see trees of green, red roses too
But I think to myself,
what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue, clouds of white
Bright blessed days,
dark sacred nights
But I think to myself,
what a wonderful world
The colours of the rainbow,
so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passin' by
I see friends shaking hands,
saying how do you do
They're really saying, I love you
I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow
They'll learn much more,
than I'll ever know
But I think to myself,
what a wonderful world
But I think to myself,
what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue, clouds of white
Bright blessed days,
dark sacred nights
But I think to myself,
what a wonderful world
The colours of the rainbow,
so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passin' by
I see friends shaking hands,
saying how do you do
They're really saying, I love you
I hear babies cry,
I watch them grow
They'll learn much more,
than I'll ever know
But I think to myself,
what a wonderful world
picture perfect.
escapism for hope of the unknown