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Sky is Too Blue for me, The
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Potpourri Sometimes when I am lost in a fever
And the sky is too blue for me
The night is too dark and the day is too long
And freedom is not really free
The air is too clean to breathe freely
And I see everything too clear
The peace is too peaceful for comfort
I understand everything that I hear
There is more perfection in the music
Than there really ought to be
I have more love than a man should have
It’s all much too much for me
The children are no longer crying
The truth is always so true
The earth is productive and fertile
And the sky is much too blue
One day I will be leaving
To a place where I really am free
But the place where I am is so perfect
I am not sure it’s where I should be
