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Nov 2011
I woke up early one morning
Get out of bed, my family's still snoring
But I've got a special place to be today

The road's wet; the rain had just fallen
And I know soon you'll be callin'
I can't wait for the sound of your voice

Rain in the summer, rain in the spring
Everybody knows that's our kind of thing
The flowers in the meadow don't stand a chance
As we throw up our cares and dance
We paint the petals one by one
We paint the petals one by one

A willow almost forgotten
Your hair feels softer than cotton
A good book and we could stay here forever

An old path, I've never been here
Your hand in mine, I walk with no fear
Outdoors right here is right where we belong

Rain in the summer, rain in the spring
Everybody knows that's our kind of thing
The flowers in the meadow don't stand a chance
As we throw up our cares and dance
We paint the petals one by one
We paint the petals one by one

And I can't stay here without you
And I see the world in a new view

Rain in the summer, rain in the spring
Everybody knows that's our kind of thing
The flowers in the meadow don't stand a chance
As we throw up our cares and dance
We paint the petals one by one
We paint the petals one by one
This is actually a song so without the music behind it it may not seem like the syllables fit
Anna Wood
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