Where we live spring comes early
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Trees in bloom when the northern country
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is covered in snow
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A windy fitful day in winter
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charging toward the Ides of May
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The climate now is cling to splinters
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We hold hands while we work and play
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and hope tomorrow is a sunny day
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Where we live men are women
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Women are teenage boys
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and everyone wants to look like them,
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but be like men
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Rubens would have loved you
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and painted you that way
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With your pen and paper,
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paying quiet attention to a lady with a plastic face
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So thin, so thin she might blow away...
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Hope Tomorrow
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The Weepies |