When there are grey skies I don't mind the grey skies. You make them blue, Sonny Boy. Friends may forsake me, let them all forsake me. You pull me thru, Sonny Boy. You're sent from heaven and I know your worth. You made a heaven for me right here on the earth. When I'm old and grey, dear, promise you won't stray, dear, for I love you, Sonny Boy.
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