Tears

High in the sky,
The rainbows do fly
And when the rain stops,
The rainbows do dry.

But those of us here,
Who have seen them again,
Will never forget
The colors they bring.

And even throughout
A long, deathly dark night,
we do remember
what the rainbow is like.

So all of you people
Who haven't yet seen
A rainbow with all of
it's glory and sheen:
Remember this right
Remember it well
for warm it will keep you
when cold you are.

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