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some days i sing of over the rainbows

where somewhere the bluebird flies,

other days of what the caged bird knows

when he opens his throat and cries;

some days i sing of where the green grass grows 

when hopeful fulfillment lights the skies,

other days of the Land of Mordor in prose

when my soul is where the shadow lies;

some days i sing of American Pies,

when every lyric effortlessly flows,

other days of Vincent's blue and starlit eyes,

when all my joy into sadness goes;

some days i sing aloud and every melody complies,

other days i sigh to myself, on the days the music dies...