| Oooooo
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| Somewhere over the rainbow,
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| Way up high.
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| There’s a land that I heard of,
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| Once in a lullaby.
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| Somewhere over the rainbow,
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| Skies are blue.
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| And the dreams that you dare to dream,
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| Really do come true.
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| Someday I’ll wish upon a star,
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| And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
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| Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
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| High above the chimney tops.
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| That’s where you’ll find me.
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| Somewhere over the rainbow,
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| Bluebirds fly.
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| Birds fly over the rainbow,
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| Why then — oh, why can’t I?
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| If happy little bluebirds fly,
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| Beyond the rainbow,
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| Why, oh, why can’t I?
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| I see trees of green, red roses too.
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| I see them bloom for me and you.
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| And I think to myself,
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| What a wonderful world.
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| I see skies of blue and clouds of white.
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| The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night.
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| And I think to myself,
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| What a wonderful world.
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| The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky,
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| Are also on the faces of people goin' by.
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| I see friends shakin' hands, saying
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| «How do you do!
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| They’re really sayin'
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| «I love you.
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| I hear babies cry, I watch them grow.
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| They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know.
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| And I think to myself,
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| What a wonderful world.
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| Someday I’ll wish upon a star,
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| And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
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| Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
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| High above the chimney tops.
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| That’s where you’ll find me.
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| Somewhere over the rainbow,
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| Way up high.
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| Birds fly over the rainbow,
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| Why then oh, why can’t I?
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| Oooooo |