Michael From Mountains

Michael wakes you up with sweets
 He takes you up streets and the rain comes down
 Sidewalk markets locked up tight
 And umbrellas bright on a grey background
 There's oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns
 That run down the drain
 In colored arrangements
 That Michael will change with a stick that he found
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 Michael from mountains
 Go where you will go to
 Know that I will know you
 Someday I may know you very well
 Michael brings you to a park
 He sings and its dark when the clouds come by
 Yellow slickers up on swings
 Like puppets on strings hanging in the sky
 They'll splash home to suppers in wallpapered kitchens
 Their mothers will scold
 But Michael will hold you
 To keep away cold till the sidewalks are dry-
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 Michael leads you up the stairs
 He needs you to care and you know you do
 Cats come crying to the key
 And dry you will be in a towel or two
 There's rain in the window
 There's sun in the painting that smiles on the wall
 You want to know all
 But his mountains have called so you never do-
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