The first drops of june rains,
And the misty grey around,
A fresh search for the elusive rainbow,
Hoping someday it'll be found...
Seven colors and a myriad dreams,
you find your rainbow, and then it leaves,
did it seem worthy only when with me?
maybe its best place is the sky where it gleams...
And the misty grey around,
A fresh search for the elusive rainbow,
Hoping someday it'll be found...
Seven colors and a myriad dreams,
you find your rainbow, and then it leaves,
did it seem worthy only when with me?
maybe its best place is the sky where it gleams...
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