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Rainbow



Here it doesn’t snow,
We don’t even see a rainbow.
Then how am I to write?

Here people fight
For causes wrong and right.
And that is all they know.

Here I sit and brood
That life couldn’t be more crude
While Fate seems to smile cynically.

I am too tired to run
And so I crawl under the sun.
For maybe I will reach somewhere.

Out of this ugly hole
Where living is a tragic role-
Into a world of snow and eternal rainbow.

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