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Somewhere, over the rainbow,
way up high, There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow skies are bule, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. Someday I’ll wish upon a star and make up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops, That’s where you’ll find me. Somewhere, over the rainbow, bulebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, Why then - oh, why can’t I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why oh why can’t I? |
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