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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.

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.

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces of people goin' 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,
There ain't much more, that I'll never know.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.

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The colours 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,
There ain't much more, that 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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