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Yestderday's News Blow your horn loudly,
pretty girl from Portland town,
hear the melody played through the strings of wind.
Winter is over and birds fly north,
just for you my sweet baby blue,
springtime is here.
Wherever you roam trumpets roar,
wherever you go,
wherever you are.
God loves you still,
just like you are,
listen for the string quartet in hearts unbound.
Be still delicate dancing spirits like my own,
depths of the drum hear all you say,
come now all ye singers let us sing another song today.
