Don’t let your dreams be dreams 

Congratulations baby sister on your promotion! 

“Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high, there’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. 

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue and the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops, high above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can’t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow…why, oh why can’t I?”

Written by Harold Arlen and E Harburg

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