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Just a Song
I will sing just a song
Let you know this one won.
Then I'll tell you that I've never seen
The end of the rainbow;
The riches, and gold,
To collect there once seen.
There was just empty ground,
Rainbow's end;
Still prism beamed down.
In a land,
People live grand,
The green earth belongs
To the servants who see.
Now please clap your hands
For that passionate man,
Who has clotted all cuts,
Wounds that bleed.
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