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Whenever skies look gray to me-歌词_3

Whenever skies look gray to me

And trouble begins to brew

Whenever the winter winds become too strong

I concentrate on you

When fortune cries nay

Nay to me

And people declare you're through

Whenever the blues become my only song

I concentrate on you

On your smile so sweet

So tender

When at first your kiss I decline

On the light in your eyes when I surrender

And once again our arms intertwine

And so

When wise men say to me

That loves young dream never comes true

To prove that even wise men can be wrong

I concentrate on you

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