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[soft guitar playing in the background, those who have actually heard the song she wrote will recognize it as that particular tune]
Of all the times that I've been there
Of all the places I'd like to share
Of all the things I'd like to do
All I can is think of you
The sky is gray, but so is blue
As is yellow in its lemon hue
But can you see just where its been,
The grays, the blues, the everythin'?
So how can I tell you just what I see?
And how can I tell you to let it be?
How can I tell you what I hear?
How can I tell you when you need to see?
[/end final entry]
((Good bye everyone, it's been a wild ride.))
Of all the times that I've been there
Of all the places I'd like to share
Of all the things I'd like to do
All I can is think of you
The sky is gray, but so is blue
As is yellow in its lemon hue
But can you see just where its been,
The grays, the blues, the everythin'?
So how can I tell you just what I see?
And how can I tell you to let it be?
How can I tell you what I hear?
How can I tell you when you need to see?
[/end final entry]
((Good bye everyone, it's been a wild ride.))