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Skies of Blue | ||
| Skies of blue portend a day When the world will go my way. Fluffs of white come rolling by, Sailing through the brilliant sky. 'Tis a time when we can see Clearly to eternity. We can see God's smiling face, Guiding us from place to place, Keeping us from pain and fear, Drying any fleeting tear! All beneath the skies of blue On a path that's straight and true. | ||
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