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Non Solo.
The stars are up there in the sky,
I cannot tell the reason why,
Nor call a single one by name—
And yet I love them just the same.
I cannot tell the reason why,
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And yet I love them just the same.
The grass is cool and green and sweet,
I like its feel beneath my feet;
But why it's green and how it grows
I don't think anybody knows.
I like its feel beneath my feet;
But why it's green and how it grows
I don't think anybody knows.
That human beings all should be
Is not a thing that troubles me,
I let the simple facts suffice,
We are—and most of us are nice.
Is not a thing that troubles me,
I let the simple facts suffice,
We are—and most of us are nice.
The way a person's mind can change
From day to day is very strange,
Yet, though I only see it's true,
I like variety—don't you?
From day to day is very strange,
Yet, though I only see it's true,
I like variety—don't you?
Oh, many things I do not know;
It's rather nice to have it so.
The Universe is heaps of fun
If I can't say how it is run.
It's rather nice to have it so.
The Universe is heaps of fun
If I can't say how it is run.
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