i met you on a rainbowi picked red you picked yellow
and we walked those tracks side by side
hoping they join when the end arrives
but the end held no pot of gold
the tracks vanished in thin air
that's not what i was told
me, i don't complain
an arid soul blessed with rain
and then you and the colors and looking forward to tomorrow
and those chats across orange and more to follow
you are free to pick violet or hop off and go
me, i am gonna stay here, on the rainbow
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