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Yesterday's newspapers forecast no rain for today

But yesterday's news is old news

The skies are all gray

Winter's in labor

Soon to give birth to the spring

That will sprinkle the meadow with flowers for my Angeline

Heartache and sorrow

And sadness unendingly find

Wings on a memory

And with them she flies to my mind

She stretched her arms for a moment

Then went back to sleep

While the morning stood watching me ever so silently weep

She opened her eyes Lord

The minute my feet touched the floor

The cold hard wood creaked

With each step that I made to the door

There I turned to her gently

And said to her "Look hon it's spring"

Knowing outside the window

The winter looked for Angeline

Yesterday's newspapers forecast no rain for today

But yesterday's news is old news the skies are all gray