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What a Wonderful World

by Louis Armstrong

I see trees of green,
red roses too.
I see them bloom*,                                                                                   *(fleurir, éclore)
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,                                                                                *(béni)
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 cry,
I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more,
Than I'll ever know.
And I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.

Yes, I think to myself,
What a wonderful world.

Oh yeah.

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