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On a misty morning, after a dreary dark night,
I looked up at the lighted sky, And spotted a rainbow up high, Seven colours spread cross the sky, Like the colours of life. Red, Orange and Yellow, Glow like a newborn child, a toddler, a young fellow. Green and Blue rage, Like youth and middle age. Indigo and Violet, like the end of an adventure, Beckoning towards another venture, Gentle, yet full of uncertainty, Bringing grief, yet curiosity, To experience and explore eternity.
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