.Whenever skies look grey 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 decare "You're through!",
Whenever the blues become my only song,
I concentrate on you.
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