It's no coincidence this song played like a broken record in my head today.
Someone upstairs was trying to tell me something.
Back to my happy-go-lucky self tomorrow.
Promise.
"Pretty soon the sky is gunna clear up Charlie,
Cheer up Charlie, do.
Cheer up Charlie......
Just be glad you're you."
With Love,
Rachael
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