the lanes
of rainbows
go from one
point to another.
it's a fast
lane, a thin
lane full
of color.
pick one
and i'll meet
you there
at the other
side, when
the rain
stops and
the sun
slips
out of sight.
of rainbows
go from one
point to another.
it's a fast
lane, a thin
lane full
of color.
pick one
and i'll meet
you there
at the other
side, when
the rain
stops and
the sun
slips
out of sight.
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