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Yesterday's newspapers forecasts
No rain for today
But yesterday's news was old news,
The skies are all grey
Winter's in labor
Soon will give birth to the spring
And sprinkle the meadows
With flowers for my Angeline

Heartache and sorrow
And sadness unendingly find
Wings on a memory
And with them she flies to my mind
She stretched her arms
For a moment, then went back to sleep
While morning stood watching
Me ever so silently weak

She opened her eyes Lord,
The minute my feet touched the floor
The cold hard-wood creaked
With each step I made to the door
Then I turned to her gently
And said: To hon lookin’, it’s spring
Knowing outside the window,
The winter looked for Angeline

Yesterday's newspaper forecast
No rain for today,
But yesterday's news is old news
The skies are all grey.

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