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Whenever skies look gray to meAnd trouble begins to brew,Whenever the Winter winds become too strong,I concentrate on you.When fortune cries "Nay! Nay!" to meAnd people declare "You're through!",Whenever the blues become my only song,I concentrate on you.On your smile so sweet, so tender,When at first your kiss I decline.On the light in your eyes when I surrender,And once again our arms intertwineAnd so, when wise men say to meThat love's young dream never comes true,To prove that even wise men can be wrong,I concentrate on you. From Letras Mania