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We really can't do much but start again.As much as we love yesterday, it's dead.Open the door, look out, you're a new man.While I was sleeping the green rain began.The flowers rose to greet it in their beds.We really can't do much but start again.The rain gives each flower a new name and thenrestores the old one, brighter in its stead.Open the door, look out, you're a new man.And the grass, greener in syncopation,