Many of my friends came from the clouds
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With sun and rain as their only baggage
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They made the season of sincere friendships
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The loveliest of the earth's four seasons
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They have the gentleness of the finest landscapes
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And the loyalty of migratory birds
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In their heart is carved endless tenderness
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But sometimes sadness hides in their eyes
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So they come to warm up at my place
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So they come to warm up at my place
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You can head back to the far depths of the clouds
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And smile again at many other faces
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Give a bit of your tenderness around you
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When another wants to hide their sadness from you
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Since we don't know what life gives us
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Maybe when my turn comes I'll be nobody anymore
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If I still have a friend who finally gets me
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I'll forget both my tears and my pain
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Then maybe I'll come to your place
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To warm my heart by your wood
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Then maybe I'll come to your place
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To warm my heart by your wood
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Then maybe I'll come to your place
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To warm my heart by your wood