When, whenever Paul thinks of rain
Swallows fall in a wave
And tap on his window with their beaks

And when Paul thinks of snow
Soft winds blow round his head
And the phone rings just once

Late at night, like a bird calling out
"Won't you wake up, Paul?
Don't be scared, don't believe you're all alone"

"Wake, wake up Paul," whisper clouds rolling by
And the seeds falling from the branches

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Out from the branches, and they're
Falling from the branches of the trees