Some days like this one the sky is so kind
It rains on for hours, like she’s made up her mind
There’s hay getting wet and my bees in a bind
But she’s doing what she’s doing, and I really don’t mind.
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Some days like this one the sky is so kind
It rains on for hours, like she’s made up her mind
There’s hay getting wet and my bees in a bind
But she’s doing what she’s doing, and I really don’t mind.