A rose is born
The rain knocks
On the sun
Hurry up chap
Bring your smile out
She needs your warmth
She needs your joy
Well says the sun
Come along silly skies
Move out of the way
I have a job to do
Out of your pyjama's
And push the pram
The rain knocks
On the sun
Hurry up chap
Bring your smile out
She needs your warmth
She needs your joy
Well says the sun
Come along silly skies
Move out of the way
I have a job to do
Out of your pyjama's
And push the pram
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