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THE RAINS END,
CLOUDS DRIFT AWAY,
MIST HANGING IN THE AIR.
THE SUN LIGHTS TOUCH,
COLORS SEEN...
THE RAINBOWS BLOSSOMS BLOOM.
STREAKS OF COLOR,
IN THE SKY..
HORIZON TO HORIZON.
AND IN AN INSTANT,
FADE AWAY,
IN THE FALLEN DEW.
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RAINBOW BLOSSOMS BLOOM
RAINBOW BLOSSOMS BLOOM