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I, my, my, my, myOh I,Can turn the gray sky blue, IYou see I can make it rain, when I want it to, oh II can build a castle from a single grain of sand, IYou see I can make a ship sail, on dry land tell 'em yeahI'm unhappy with all the powers I possess, ye . . . 阅读详情