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Sky, sky, up so high.

Up so high where all birds fly.

Why is there rain?

Why is there snow?

Why do the cold winds always blow?

Aren't there trees?

Aren't there flowers?

Aren't there bees that buzz around for hours?

They would be here,

if spring were here too.

But someone will let it come,

and I know who.

It's you!