Somebody tell the sky,
That it doesn’t have to be gray,
If it doesn’t want to anyways.
It’s awfully hard,
To rain on someone’s parade,
If the sun is shining through you.
Even when your curtain is closing,
That’s no reason for you,
To not give the best finale you can.
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 8:22 PM UTC
Somebody tell the sky,
That it doesn’t have to be gray,
If it doesn’t want to anyways.
It’s awfully hard,
To rain on someone’s parade,
If the sun is shining through you.
Even when your curtain is closing,
That’s no reason for you,
To not give the best finale you can.
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