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My dark clouds intercept the sun..
Come here in spring to weep..
When the autumn days are done..
White mist lie down to sleep..
No echos of the world afar..
Disturb me night or day..
But sun and shadow moon and star..
Pass by me without pay..
..Wonderwhy,Wonderwhy,Wonderwhy..
..Like a turn in the minds eye..
It was the grey of early dawn..
When first the lake I spied..
Fragments of the cloud were drawn..
Half down the mountain side..
Along the shore the raven flew..
From a speck on high..
Then hovered in my deepening blue..
She brings judgement from the sky..
..Wonderwhy,Wonderwhy,Wonderwhy..
..As daylight waits to die..
..As daylight waits to die..
..Can't help but wonderwhy..
