The rain will bring the flowers out of their graves.
It is gloomy outside and I remember
gloomy days of times gone by.
It is raining today and I know the rain
will bring the flowers out of their graves.
Sometimes the gloom that drizzles down
comes in seasons from skies that frown.
And I wonder when the sun will burn
through the dismal skies and finally turn
the lights on in this world of mine,
where flowers dance and bees keep time
with the rhythm of the Universe
and grace my days upon the earth
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