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The sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, they'll be sun. Just thinkin about tomorrow, clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow, til there's none. When I'm stuck in a day, it's grey and lonely. I just stick out my chin and grin and say..
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