I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
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I see trees of green, or maybe they're blue
The textures are flickering, what can you do?
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
My picturesque parcel's a featureless plain
I flattened the hills trying to edit terrain
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the clothes of the avies passing by
I see furries and dragons and fae-folk too
And a robot with a titler that reads "I love you".
I'm in awe of the scripters and all they can do
They've forgotten more than I ever knew
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
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