''And all over the worldStrangers talk only about the weather.All over the worldIt's the sameIt's the sameIt's the same.
The world is getting flatter,The sky is falling all around.And nothing is the matterFor I never cry in town.And a love like ours, my dear,Is best measured when it's down And I never buy umbrellasFor there's always one around''
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