sittin in a room
filled with gloom
ill fetch a broom
and sweep it all away
sittin by the light
in the middle of the night
the moon is shining bright
it sweeps us far away
and as we wonder bout the things
that seem to follow us
we'll sit and see what new day brings
we plan to take the bus
and as we glance outside the room
birds dance away
as sun rises over gloom
it warms our winters day
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