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Don't cry, sweet pea

Any night in your life is a night for praying

Like a blackbird in the night, too far gone for taking flight

Nothing wrong, but nothing right

So he dreams the night away

Any night in your life is a night for dreaming

When your head begins to spin

And the sounds get suddenly thin

You can hear these voices within

And they say, "Why? Why me?"

No answer I see

Don't cry, sweet pea

No time and space to pray for grace

Any night in your life, any night, remember

Once you made your fantasies real

Like those wings you started to feel

With the wind, high over the field

You would soar with your soul

What was right was going wrong

So you set it in this song

On your final night to hear from Billy Strayhorn

Maybe you will see my life

Listen, listen, listen, listen, won't you listen?

Listen, listen, oh, listen

Come and meet me in a dream