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Green green leaves falling down from the tops of tall tall trees
Touch ground near what just might be the single clue
Red red drops that drip out from the bottom of my heart
Must mean that I'm living in a world of blue
There's not one golden sign that the sun will ever shine
Even the clouds have assumed a darker hue
That fact that daylight's only trace reflects off tear streaks across my face
Must mean that I'm living in a world of blue
fiddle - steel
There's not one golden sign...
Must mean that I'm living in a world of blue